It was a breathtaking scene.
Had Jinzhou's master painter Zhezhi been there, she would surely have been unable to resist taking up her brush.
Amid the swirling snow, Tide Sis extended one wing behind her, reaching toward Ling An's true form as it twisted under reversal.
Beneath the urgency on her face, a relieved smile emerged.
A soft murmur drifted through the snowflakes: "I'm here."
She was close.
Only an instant separated them.
But in that very instant.
Something changed without warning!
From Ling An's figure in the sky, an infant's cry suddenly rang out!
By then, Ling An's consciousness was no longer clear.
The two great powers within temporal authority.
Stasis power imprisoned him, while reversal power enveloped him entirely.
The frequencies originally gathered through the Threnodian Authority had long since dispersed.
Now, the one being tested was the man whose body had been reconstructed within the sea of consciousness.
Ling An had long understood his own condition.
What now composed this body called Crownless was the lament of the dead.
It was the enduring frequencies of those who had died across the land of Jinzhou, gathered within the sea of consciousness.
When even those frequencies began to dissipate, Ling An had thought his time was up.
The Sentinel's might left him no room to resist.
This had always been a battle with a foregone conclusion.
It was only the influence of the Threnodian Authority that had driven him to take up his spear and fight.
But now, freed from the Threnodian Authority.
What did he have left?
The lament of the dead?
Against the overwhelmingly powerful Sentinel, that seemed far too feeble.
His consciousness was a haze.
Within that haze, he heard voices.
They were the voices he had once heard in the sea of consciousness.
Only this