〈 Episode 303 〉 How to face death (2)
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The night was deep.
When you look up at the sky, the stars are shining soft light. The constellation created by connecting stars is exactly what Sarah saw in her dream.
A certain future is approaching.
The time indicated in the prophecy was around the time the sun rose, so now there is less than half a day left until the final battle. Meanwhile, standing in the snowy field, they just silently do what only they can do.
“God wants it to be here…”
Sarah recites the prayer she has memorized her entire life.
She no longer overconfidently believes in God, nor does she consider the beings in heaven to be perfect. Nonetheless, she prays.
He memorizes the prayer, not to the god of the sky, but to a man he believes in named Kyle Torben.
Miracles should not follow prayers without faith.
However, the God of heaven willingly answers Sarah’s prayer. Brilliant radiance overflows like waves centered around Sarah. A flood of light seeped into Kyle’s body.
Sarah repeats it several times.
Raniel approached Kyle’s side, listening to the voice reciting a prayer.
“Kyle.”
The wind blows.
Raniel’s gray hair flutters in the wind.
“One thing, I have to tell you something.”
“what?”
“It doesn’t really matter now whether you think of me as Raniel or not. “We have come this far anyway and you have to cooperate with me.”
Kyle didn’t say anything.
Raniel continued speaking.
“Still, if you think of me as Raniel at all… let me tell you one thing.”
Raniel took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
“I know you well.”
The strongest warrior, not Kyle.
Kyle, a boy who dreamed of becoming a hero.
“I knew it well, I thought so.”
Kyle turned his head and looked at Raniel.
The bluish eyes are calm. The same goes for that voice. There is no lightness like usual. There is no sense of hostility toward Kyle in his voice.
“So, I think I made a mistake.”
“······.”
“I expected too much from you. Because I thought you could do it. “Because I was sure that you could really become a hero.”
Raniel chuckled and laughed.
“After seeing how difficult it is to live by idealism and how difficult it is, I thought I was too harsh on you.”
I always had a feeling of skepticism.
But Raniel refused to accept the fact that he might be wrong. Because he thought he must always be right.
However, it wasn’t.
I listened to Destel. I saw the end of Galahal.
At the end, Raniel realized something. That his own ways were wrong. Maybe he had a better way. When he realized that, Raniel regretted it.
“There had to be a better way.”
It is a future that is nothing more than an assumption.
It is meaningless to picture that future.
Nevertheless, Raniel dares to envision that future.
“therefore.”
Raniel said.
“Now this is a favor.”
“···ask?”
“A request, not a compulsion.”
Raniel laughed.
“Do your best. Against Ganicalt, if an emergency comes, hold on. I’ll find a way somehow. “The only one who can stand against that monster is you.”
Raniel smiles, knowing that it is an unreasonable request.
“Of course, I’m not telling you to go alone.”
She tapped the back of my hand.
“No matter what I do, I won’t let you die.”
“Are you planning on burning your life?”
“If you need.”
Kyle blurted out.
“Don’t make a deal.”
He held the hilt of his sword tightly.
“Because it won’t be necessary.”
“oh.”
“I also have my own method. “I’m sure you’re not the only one worried.”
“Is that so?”
Kyle took a step forward while holding the holy sword.
“Raniel is not wrong.”
Kyle said as he took a step forward.
“He was always right. He was always sublime, always perfect. I have no intention of doubting what he did. Because it’s true that he was right.”
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Kyle doesn’t look back.
“It’s just that it was me who was wrong.”
“······.”
“It wasn’t enough for me. I couldn’t follow him. I was not a perfect human being like Raniel. “I couldn’t be that guy.”
so that.
“I couldn’t bear it.”
Kyle didn’t say what he couldn’t bear.
Just lift the holy sword.
“That’s all.”
The holy sword shines platinum.
“No matter how much time passes… it will have to be put right someday. Even if it’s not today, it has to happen someday. “I have that responsibility.”
Kyle laughed as he dragged the holy sword covered in starlight.
“I’ll say I’m sorry then.”
Raniel also chuckles and walks along the footprints Kyle left on the snowy field. Ran El, standing next to Kyle, pulled down his gloves.
“okay.”
The deep night is coming to an end.
The sun rises over the horizon. The sun shines diagonally on the snowy field, and the wind blows from beyond the horizon.
A ray of wind.
“come.”
A wind carrying a rotten smell.
“I guess so.”
Wind symbolizing death.
The horizon splits apart with a gust of wind. Snow flutters with a rustling sound. Something reveals itself between the falling snow.
Huge body.
A right arm created by weaving together countless lives.
The left arm symbolizes human pride.
A swordsman who was once a warrior, once the strongest swordsman, but has now become an apostle of shadow. The strongest prosecutor who can even twist providence appears here.
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
The most fearful disaster.
Death came with dawn. As if showing off its existence, death approaches this place at a slow pace. Although it is quite a distance, death stimulates humans’ instinctive fear, ignoring distance.
afraid.
I’m scared like crazy.
My hands and feet are shaking and I feel like I’m going to collapse at any moment.
However, no one here is doing that. The saint lowers her dharma and strengthens the circuit in the area, and the shrine aims its bowstring at death. The warrior takes his stance while holding the holy sword.
“Hey, Kyle.”
and.
“Goes.”
The wise man said, “Clap,” and clapped his hands.
Mana blooms between her fingers. An incredibly vast amount of mana fills the entire area, making it unbelievable that a single human possesses it.
What has been accumulated and accumulated
The wise man places his palms together on a circuit carved in the snow. The circuit and her mana react. The snow accumulated on the circuit evaporates in an instant due to the heat drawn in.
Cheeeeeeeee!
The sound of something burning.
Blooming heat and fluctuating mana.
A wise man connected to hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of circuits raises the corner of his mouth and recites one word.
“Ignite.”
The symbol of the gray wizard, Raniel.
It’s like the starting word for all spells.
This is the moment when a spell seeps into the first circuit.
Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A flash of light, more intense than the rising sun, hit the snowy field, turning the entire area pure white.
2.
The procession of evacuation continues.
The procession fleeing death has already reached the edge of the north, the border. A temporary shelter has been set up there. When the sun rises, we will have to head to a place a little further away than here.
The knights who were helping the evacuation procession suddenly looked at the rising sun. Are you saying that in a faraway place, a warrior and his companions stand to prevent death?
It was around that time when I was thinking about that.
Flashing.
The knight saw a brilliant flash rising into the sky. It is like a pillar of light. A light that is more intense than anything else, pushing away the soft sunlight that was falling as the sun rose.
What is that?
For a moment, those doubts lingered, and the ground shook.
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“···Belnoa, look at that.”
“I’m watching.”
Chloe looks blankly over the horizon.
Kennel Snowfield is located a long way away from here, at the exact opposite end of the north. A huge pillar of light rose there. Chloe could easily tell that it was a lump of mana.
This is my first time seeing an order of that size.
What on earth is about to happen?
At that moment, like branches spreading out, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of circuits bloom around the pillar of light. It blooms at the same time. As a result, a huge tree is created. It has the shape of a magic tower.
Magic on an extra-large scale that has never been seen before.
There is only one human being who can create something like that.
“···Raniel Van Trias.”
The wise man, Raniel van Trias.
Chloe and Belnoa think of the great wizard who must be out there right now. I cannot even dare to predict the results that that pillar of light will produce. The two were mesmerized and just gazed at the majestic scenery.
And then, the circuit emits a flash of light.
Cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
A snowstorm reaches this far away place.
The ground shakes, and the hem of clothes flutters noisily in the wind that rushes in for a moment. Those who felt the shaking and those who saw that pillar of light naturally guessed.
Resistance has begun.
In order to resist death, those at the peak of humanity are there to face disaster.
3.
The pillar of light rising high into the sky resembles a magic tower.
A tower built by mankind to reach the sky.
A tower containing the essence of sorcery and magic that dozens or hundreds of wizards have passed down for generations. The pillar of light created by one wizard standing here now is not much different from it.
To face disaster.
To make the impossible possible.
Raniel van Trias showed his all.
The path he has walked throughout his life, everything he has built up, therefore everything as a wizard. The pillar of light that has now appeared here is like the magic sword itself walked by a man named Raniel.
Self-righteous.
It’s violent.
It is messy and inconsistent.
I used everything I could.
That pillar of light emits light.
The circuit that had been engraved on the ground for a month soars into the sky in a pillar of light. Using the blue sky as a mirror, the circuits reflect each other.
Geek, Geek, Geek.
Vast mana and tens of thousands of circuits even create distortion of space. The sky is creaking. The space surrounding the pillar of light begins to distort. And then, Raniel snaps his fingers.
Tick, and a small flame burns.
Flames spread through the pillars of light.
A vast number of circuits emit light at the same time. With a flash of light, there is a roar, and the tearing noise even erases the sound.
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The ground shakes. Snowflakes are falling.
A snowstorm rising high into the sky obscures the view. In a blizzard, spells collide and create small explosions. Everything is aimed at death.
To prevent the approaching death, the wise man risked everything.
“Get ready.”
But the wise man knows.
“Coming soon.”
This is just not enough.
This is just a signal signaling the beginning.
Raniel van Trias knows well.
“Bow down.”
And, the hero.
“I get cut.”
He takes a step forward and grabs Raniel’s neck. At the same time, a creepy sound echoed beyond her blizzard.
Wow.
The sound of a sword being swung.
Suddenly.
A single cutting sound followed.
A line is drawn in the blizzard that soared high into the sky. That’s the end. All the spells, the flames and flashes they created, everything is cut off. Everything returns to nothing.
It was done with just one cut.
Raniel feels eerie as he looks at a few strands of his hair that have been cut off. However, he does not question this ridiculous situation.
‘Because that’s what disasters are.’
I didn’t think that something like this could prevent death. This is only preliminary work. Raniel looks beyond the blizzard with his eyes wide open.
Sarah.
A blizzard cut in half scatters.
Death appears in a scattering blizzard.
Even though a large-scale spell was struck that erased the entire area without a trace, not a single trace of soot remained on Ganicalt’s body.
chin.
Death stops a little distance away.
He slowly raised his sword.
“I will ask.”
The person pointed at by the tip of the sword is Kyle Torben.
“Are you a prosecutor?”
Death asks.
In front of that question, Kyle raised his sword.
“Kyle Torben.”
Kyle said.
“He is a hero.”
He takes a step forward.
The spell that swept the area did not affect Ganicalt, but it succeeded in changing the terrain. The changed terrain is like a canyon. This terrain is all too familiar to Kyle Torben.
“Go, Kyle.”
Even when I cut off the black dragon’s head.
“I will collapse the canyon. Buy me some time.”
Even during the rematch with Ganicalt.
“It’s different from the place where I learned swordplay, but the environment here was similar. I want to teach you swordsmanship in this canyon. Are you okay?”
Even when I learned the sword from Kuntel, a sword expert.
“of course.”
Kyle was standing in the same canyon as now.
Kyle has always aimed his sword at his opponent standing between the cracked cliffs. I’ll just do it this time too.
Sigh.
Kyle begins to run, stepping on a slope that is close to a right angle. Run by stepping on the cracked wall. A star inhabits Kyle’s body, accelerating its movement.
“God willing, bless the warrior.”
Sarah’s blessing overlaps with Kyle’s body.
Ssssssssssssssssssss!
A moonlight arrow follows a strange trajectory, dragging a group of lights behind Kyle as he runs.
Charrrrrrrrrrr!
Between canyons and canyons, along the road to Ganicalt, numerous chains are noisily entangled. Stepping on the chain, Kyle sprints away.
“is it.”
And, the sword of death.
“He’s the prosecutor I faced back then.”
I threw the knife into the air.
It was not the hand of a monster that caught the sword that flew through the air. Ganicalt holds the sword with his left hand. The atmosphere of death changes in an instant.
“Show your pride, star slave.”
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