For what happened in the future had already proved that once the Great Lord sensed the Lord of the End's possible resurrection, he had no choice but to fall into an eternal slumber to resist that calamity's resurrection process. Although he had slowed that process tremendously, the situation would never improve. From the moment he decided to begin this war, he had, in fact, already begun a slow death.
He would eventually succumb, gradually assimilated by that calamity, becoming the most crucial component in the Lord of the End's resurrection.
And perhaps it was only at this moment.
After countless years of searching, she finally found her answer.
She learned the truth behind the Great Lord's loss...
Lynn panted. "But knowing changes nothing. He's right within reach, yet you can't help him at all. All you can do is passively watch him be overwhelmed in this war, watch him head toward that final ending."
This was an unbearable pain.
Under these circumstances, it was impossible for her to remain lucid and rational. Once chaos overwhelmed reason, a single misstep could even turn her into the very force that destroyed all of Hell.
Zuo Zuo was pale and speechless.
Because if that were the case, this was undoubtedly the best possible moment to rebel against this order.
All the ravens had been recalled.
All the jailers had also returned to Hell. Under these circumstances, immediately protecting their female host and maintaining order in Hell had practically become reasons they had no choice but to return.
"But... they failed in the end... In the history we saw, those ravens weren't detonated, and all the Old Gods were wiped out..."
"Then who stopped all of this?"
Zuo Zuo trembled.
"Was it the Painter? Or... or someone else..."
Lynn gazed at the land descending