He raised his head and watched the two eras connect at that moment, their vast Light Curtains converging like a star bursting into bloom.
Countless flames fell after slipping out of control.
This was the trap he had laid for him.
From the paradox spanning the entire River of Time to this convergence of eras, he had held many prerequisites in his grasp and exploited that insurmountable disparity in information, weaving, bit by bit, a giant web that would lead him to his doom.
"From the moment the End of Time began to loosen, you should have realized that your other self was already losing control over time, little by little. In fact, that loss was inevitable, because you are the past he reforged. The closer you came to him, the more you shook the very foundation of his existence. That he managed to hold on until now has already exceeded my expectations."
"But in the end, he is not the master of time."
As the eras converged amid that dazzling light, the two figures finally began to merge, little by little.
But Lynn could no longer resist.
The paradox of the past was rapidly destroying the foundation of his existence, while that immense will cruelly and coldly overlaid his already disordered consciousness at the moment he merged with the future.
This was a twofold Execution Strike, from past and future alike.
This was a death trap with no escape.
The wind stopped.
Countless uncontrolled flames thundered down from the sky into this era like dying fireworks.
Just like his entire life: after the ultimate blossoming and ascension of this lifetime, he still could not break through that dark, oppressive sky. When all the splendor faded, nothing would remain in the end.
"Brain!!"
Zuo Zuo, who had rushed toward him