He held that paradox poised between appearing and not appearing.
He used his countless years of causality.
To forcibly sustain his existence.
To him.
That was really all there was to it.
Lynn saw the Finality flowing over him. Those were not only the scars that calamity had left on him, but also the traces left behind after those pitch-black flames had burned.
That backlash was greater than what the calamity had inflicted on him.
Lynn clenched his fists tightly. Watching the reincarnation surging over him, watching him bound within it, he felt his heart twist in pain again and again. It was as though, before him, Lynn was still that same reckless child who would never grow up.
"Don't cry."
The figure looked at him.
"If you cry, you'll disgrace me."
He had not thought of crying.
He had long since forgotten how.
The immense weight of fate had pushed him forward, step by step. Everything he had lost, everything that now existed only in memory, had long since stripped him of the right to cry again.
"This is the chance I won back for you. You must seize it. You cannot fail again."
"The Lord of the End's revival has also reached its final stage. Once he awakens, he will truly be complete. Then no one will be able to stop him. Not even you."
He forcefully wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said quietly:
"But what should I do?"
"There's no time left."
Although he had gained some understanding of the transformation into Eternity, how could that fleeting insight let him stake the entire future on it? If he embraced Finality now, then even if he could defeat that Agent, he would no longer be qualified to confront the true Lord of the End.
And beyond