"See you in the past, Lynn."
"I know you'll go back, and I hope I can join you in witnessing your failure."
His figure faded away.
There was no joy or sorrow in his voice, only regret for the fate of them both. Because, just as he had said, the moment Lynn died, his own existence would lose its purpose, and all that awaited him would be a return.
Buzzz-
The countless threads of causality stretching from the past suppressed him once again.
Lynn's pitch-black eyes snapped toward the past of the River of Time. All the ripples of invasion had vanished, replaced by that final incursion-the last Time War they would wage to bring this to a close.
And Lynn finally understood the ultimate purpose behind their long, relentless invasions.
"So that's it."
He gasped for breath.
"So that's it."
He had descended far too many times.
Whenever a temporal invasion occurred, he would descend into history, using a raven's soul as the vessel for his arrival.
Ever since the Time War began, he had lost count of how many times he had descended, how many ravens' bodies he had borrowed as his vessels. They had fought through endless ages, from the early days of the New World to this distant future, clashing at almost every moment.
And it was indeed just as that man had said.
As long as he could erase even a single raven's existence in the past.
Then Lynn, who had descended countless times in the future, would lose a vessel within history. The resulting paradox would ripple all the way into the future, dealing him the deadliest blow he had ever suffered.
Buzzz-
Bracing himself against the restraints of causality, Lynn forcibly activated the Time Divine Spark and stepped out of the River