Impossible!
No one would believe that this human had left those marks. If he truly possessed such terrifying power, how could they have hunted him down all this way?
Something must have happened!
When that curtain of light enveloped him, when those purple patterns blossomed, something must have descended!
"Lynn."
Black String Moon struggled to rush over and helped him up in a daze. Looking at his face and closed eyes, she felt as though none of what had just happened was real, as though it had all been an illusion.
Yet her mind kept returning uncontrollably to the figure she had seen within the curtain of light.
That gaze.
And that head of white hair, steeped in the weariness of ages.
"What was that...?"
She murmured dazedly.
High in the sky, the God of Ten Thousand Machines moved his draconic head with difficulty, staring fixedly at the unconscious Lynn on the ground. His entire body was rigid, unable to move an inch.
Even now, he had yet to recover from that brush with death.
What kind of gaze had that been?
A single glance had filled him with an inescapable terror and trembling from the depths of his heart.
What was that?
What exactly was the figure that had just appeared?!
"Master?! Master! How are you? Are you all right?!"
Urgent waves of information kept pouring out from within the Hive.
But the God of Ten Thousand Machines remained silent, giving them no response.
They whipped around, glaring angrily through their screens at the man and woman on the battlefield. They knew something must have happened just now, and the dent in their master's neck surely had something to do with those two.
"Kill them!"
They received no reply from their master.
But their immense anger and fear of