The Self-Binding Angel, who had remained silent all this time, also softened her expression. Faint golden light fell over everyone present, dispelling their despair.
"Lynn is right. This is our era. If they could do it, why can't we? We all have reasons we must leave this Hell, don't we?"
Perhaps the casualties really would be immense.
Perhaps this path was destined to be strewn with thorns and blood.
But the worst outcome would only be becoming one of the many stars in the sky.
At least they would have tried, wouldn't they?
Sir Awen drew a deep breath, his gaze flickering. "Yes, there is always hope. And if that's the case, I think I know why the Flesh Dominator has been desperately searching for information about those Old Days. If they managed to break out of Hell, they must have had some way to deal with those chaotic colors. I don't believe they actually dared to charge straight through!"
The Colossus Brain watched her little fists slowly clench and said quietly:
"If there really is a way, then we could follow their path ourselves. Is that right?"
The Self-Binding Angel smiled without answering.
Without a doubt, learning this news meant an enormous amount to their little group.
Because what it represented...
Was hope.
"You're saying-that Old Days entity the Giant Octopus found-is in your homeland right now?"
The Witch God eyed Lynn uncertainly as she asked.
Still bound, Lynn shook his head. He struggled to adjust his glasses, but couldn't reach them, so he could only say thoughtfully, "That hasn't been confirmed yet. Judging by the information I've received so far, they've only found some clues. They still can't prove that an Old Days entity really exists in my homeland. But whether there is one or not... they're bound