The war broke out within that calamity.
With the shackles shattered, the darkness throughout the calamity churned in thunderous chaos. This was the final struggle and challenge for control.
When Lynn's rending fire swept toward the black-robed man, his entire existence convulsed. His cheeks began to peel away, his face cracking apart. He frantically tried to summon more power to stop his existence from blurring, but his true self had already broken the shackles.
Just as, throughout those endless years, in the deepest reaches of slumber.
It was that will's presence that had prevented the calamity from awakening in the New World. Until the moment he sank into complete slumber, he had kept the threat of finality restrained in the deepest corner of chaos.
Lynn burned through all his fire.
His eyes nearly split with fury. Wagering everything he had, wagering his entire past, he strode through the endless darkness and brought down the last stroke of his blade.
With all of history as the price!
With countless chains of causality as fuel!
Tears and fire mingled in his eyes, and as his blade fell, all those murky things turned into countless ashes.
That stroke.
Did it... herald the dawn?
Humm-
When the flames broke through the shackles of the black night, when Lynn plummeted out of the calamity with that black-robed figure and landed in Dark Night City's last wasteland, time itself seemed to fall silent.
The burning blade pierced his chest amid the shattered Royal Court. His pupils widened, as though he had never imagined it would all end this way.
Lynn's hand gripped the blade tightly.
His body swayed, tears burning in his eyes.
The flames had burned through his cheeks, burned through his past. The price he had paid was far, far too great.
"This is