An endless wilderness.
Countless Old Gods turned their heads, trembling. When that long raven's cry tore through time, those who had been waiting finally saw the boy they trusted appear.
On that burning land, on the battlefield where countless Old Gods and Origins had assembled, the Old Gods raised their heads. The moment they saw their Big Brother appear, the fervor and hope in their eyes shone as though they had found the pillar that upheld their faith and their lives.
But they did not know that the body already held another soul.
At that moment.
When Lynn took human form and looked at the Old Gods excitedly crowding toward him, for a fleeting instant, he seemed to see the family he had once had in Blacknight City.
"We knew you would come back!"
"The call to war has sounded! We've gathered every Origin in Hell!"
"Big Brother! After countless years, this day has finally come! If no one else can do it anymore, then we'll tear through this winter ourselves!! We'll fight to the death and never retreat!"
As those roars rang through the sky.
Lynn stood for a long time amid the charging crowd. He raised his head, but his dry eyes were bloodshot. He saw the countless jailers gathering high above the black mist, saw that bitterly cold sky.
The ending could have been changed.
But for the sake of that more distant future, you dragged this ending back onto its former course once again.
Here in the past, you had to.
Bring about the betrayal you had wrought with your own hands.
"Zuo Zuo..."
"This is history. This is the history we saw. Back then, he was looking at us. We were the ones... who snuffed out the spark of hope in this revolution..."
The outcome