...
Lynn was acutely aware that this was not a fantasy, but a scene meant to appear in the finale, now so vividly real before his eyes.
"I see…"
Lynn murmured to himself, his voice hollow beyond measure.
He recalled all he had done to alter the world line, those struggles he thought were insightful, those efforts made with all his might, creating miracle after miracle, only to find that before the mighty hands of the World Will, he was merely an ant trying to shake a tree.
He had thought himself a breaker of the cycle, yet turned out to be nothing but a puppet in fate's script, even his rebellion written in advance.
Ironic, utterly ironic.
Lynn stood there dumbfounded, staring at the still-flowing pool of blood, the light in his pupils gradually dimming, leaving behind a void colder than the ruins of the Pantheon.
Soon, Lynn's vision suddenly turned black, and he fell into unconsciousness.
When he awoke again, he found himself standing beside Ivyst's bed.
