So he could still remember.
He could still recall.
But none of it meant anything anymore.
He approached step by step. The vast calamity covering the sky above him resembled a mass of black storm clouds, its enormous rune-like eye looming like the end of all things, looking down upon the world, ready to devour him.
"How are you going to defeat me?"
Lynn struggled to his feet, gasping. He knew there was no point in saying anything more to someone who had lost his heart.
Once again, he looked back toward the past that stretched along the surging river.
If burning everything was the only way...
If that was the only way to give him a fighting chance...
Bzz-
Lynn stared at him, his gaze riven. The golden dream in his eyes surged like a thunderous heartbeat. When he slammed his hand against his chest, he unleashed that enormous golden dream in an instant.
He knew that no technique mattered anymore. In this final battle, sheer magnitude was the only ultimate weapon that could let him break through it all.
As the golden dream manifested.
The surging blackfire seemed to have gained an endless supply of fuel.
Billowing flames spilled out of the dream and crawled over Lynn's entire body. Everything within the golden dream world began to crumble and collapse as the blackfire burned.
In an instant.
Lynn charged madly toward him, bringing the blackfire of finality with him.
"Oh? You finally understand?"
The black-robed figure smiled, as though pleased.
"Indeed, sheer magnitude is the only way. Your dream can give you an immense advantage, too. Fire kindled from nothing, fuel that never runs out. Given endless time to grow, you would accumulate endless reserves as well. Unfortunately, by the time you first set foot on this path,