"I seem... to have guessed who you are."
With his slightly self-mocking words, the atmosphere around them suddenly froze.
Lynn stood on this land woven by Destiny Threads, gazing at the countless translucent threads of destiny falling from the firmament before him, each representing a possible life trajectory.
In the face of this power that envelops everything, Lynn felt like a speck of dust, merely a pawn being casually manipulated by the Divine.
"From the moment you asked me to sacrifice my true name, I guessed your true identity." He coughed lightly, his breath somewhat weak, "You are me."
"Of course, this is merely a guess."
"What truly confirmed this guess was your earlier phrase—better shattered like jade than intact like tile."
The Prisoner of Destiny seemed to suddenly fall into silence, with only the Destiny Threads still surging incessantly.
