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Death rolled in with the sound of the waves.
Akrita felt her vision turn white. I heard someone laughing in my ears. It was his own voice, familiar yet unfamiliar. He laughed until he got to this point. I laughed loudly.
defeated. Absolutely perfect.
It was his complete defeat. Now I had no choice but to admit it. His own plans fell apart. He thought he had cornered his enemies, but he found himself cornered.
‘It was a good thing.’
There are many, many variables, and the path they have taken over a thousand years has surpassed them. Some will laugh at it as just a coincidence, while others will lament that it was just bad luck. But Akrita laughed.
It’s not luck, coincidence, or anything else.
The moment the decision was made, he became a complete loser.
I, who had always been forced to make a choice, fell into the position of having to make a choice… and was completely defeated when I got on stage. He had no more way to escape.
‘Is this the end?’
A laugh leaked from the corner of the madman’s mouth.
If what humans utter in the face of approaching death is a scream, then his laughter must have been a kind of scream as well.
It was a scream because he could not achieve his goal, but his laughter did not become a scream because he was not letting out his breath in pain. The laughter that failed to become a scream was buried in the sound of the waves.
Shootaaaa…
The sound of water bubbling echoed.
Platinum-colored flower petals mixed with the waves were in full bloom. Amidst the mixing waves, Akrita felt her spirit and body crumbling. The end is coming. Death is coming.
As death approached, someone’s voice rang in the madman’s ears. It was the voice of those who had defeated him.
“After all, aren’t you empty?”
“My life is not light enough to be defeated by someone who is empty.”
Gletus of Discipline.
“My sword cuts you.”
“That is the loyalty I offer to my master.”
The Sword of Mankind, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
Akrita laughed as she pondered the voices of the two beings who had defeated her so cruelly. That’s why the voice didn’t stop there. The voice that followed was that of the sister that the madman had destroyed with his own hands.
“Look, brother.”
“In the end, it reached you too, didn’t it?”
The words she left behind when she drove herself out of the kingdom that day rang in Akhrita’s ears. What did she say after that?
“My life and my will reach you.”
“Whether it takes a hundred years or a thousand years.”
It was a declaration that was passed off with ridicule at the time.
One day, a thousand years after she made that declaration, Akrita returned and turned her into a vessel of shadow. So that her declaration will never be kept again.
He must have destroyed it with his own hands.
She would have trampled on her will and turned all the heroes who tried to carry on her will into disaster. Thus, even the smallest buds would have been trampled and crushed.
“Those who follow my will will one day trample on you. “It will block your path.”
No way.
“certainly.”
No matter what, you’re coming this far.
“It will definitely put an end to your life.”
The madman’s vision slowly cleared. The crashing waves subsided. Thrown into the platinum-colored flower garden, Akrita listened to the sound of footsteps. Again, someone was stepping on flower petals and walking towards him.
“You came here at last.”
Akrita laughed.
“f*cking sister.”
There was a distant descendant who carried on the will of Arcadia. Aila Clen, King of Cartedia Cartedia walked towards the madman.
Holding the queen’s treasured sword in his hand.
The petals were scattered.
Ayla walked among the fluttering flower petals. She saw Akrita lying in the flower garden. Half of his body had been torn apart, and even now his body and soul were quickly falling apart.
Even if left as is, the author will meet a perfect death.
However, Ayla continued to walk towards the madman. Because he had something to say to him. Because he had the will to take over. As she walked towards Arc Rita, she let out a long breath.
“You came here at last.”
Akrita burst out laughing.
“f*cking sister.”
He saw his old sister in Ayla approaching him. His own old enemy was there. The enemy who had been chasing him for thousands of years had finally caught up with him.
“Akryta Clen Arcadia.”
Ayla opened her mouth.
“On that day, the queen made a declaration to you.”
I pointed the tip of my sword at the madman.
It was the Queen’s treasured sword, and the blade, a symbol of continued will, was aimed at the dying heart of Acrita.
“My life.”
my way
“I mean.”
Those who walk along my path.
“It will reach you. Although it seems so weak and insignificant now…”
It doesn’t matter though.
“Even if it takes hundreds or thousands of years, it will definitely reach you. That’s what the queen said.”
“I did.”
Akrita laughed.
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“I laughed at that declaration and ridiculed it as a dream that could never come true. I remember.”
But, do it.
Akrita looked at Ayla standing in front of her. She was a petty, cowardly girl. She is a girl who thought she could not even be his enemy. However, now she has a knife pointed at her own throat.
“Now it’s my turn to be ridiculed.”
Akrita said so.
Ayla took a deep breath while aiming her sword.
she could speak How much sacrifice she had to make to get to this point. How many people have given up their lives to reach you. She could have said all that, but she didn’t bother to say it.
“Arcadia.”
Instead, Ayla spoke.
“Cartedia, the successor to that will, is humanity.”
A flower bloomed from the tip of her sword.
“I reached you today. The road that led to the next, and the next, eventually passed you.”
The Queen’s life.
What does Acriel Clen Arcadia mean?
It was never in vain.
“I am standing here as a witness.”
Ayla thrust out a sword that extinguished starlight.
There is no need for magical swordsmanship. There was no need to apply force. She simply pushed the tip of her sword towards Ak Rita’s heart. The blade that could not reach the madman that day a thousand years ago is now stuck deep in the madman’s heart.
Dark red blood spewed out from the madman’s mouth. The starlight rising from the tip of her sword began to burn the madman’s soul and body.
“We might not be able to reach it now.”
Akrita looked ahead.
I faced Ayla through red-tinged vision.
“But one day this blade will pierce you. And, only on that day…”
My sister’s voice echoed in my ears.
Ayla’s voice overlapped the echoing voice.
“On this day, humanity has won.”
“Humanity will win.”
“Cartedia will be called the Empire.”
“Arcadia will be called an empire.”
Across a thousand years, the queen’s sword pierced Acrita’s heart. Starlight, who followed her legacy, sentenced Akrita to eternal death.
“···under.”
Akrita laughed while vomiting blood and suffering with her spirit and body burning. She burst out laughing. He didn’t understand why he was smiling until the end.
Ruining countless lives.
While robbing countless lives.
Acrita has collected the endings of countless lives. The last thing he witnessed was the end of a madman who had lived for tens of thousands of years. The madman was laughing. I wasn’t losing my mind. I wasn’t even angry.
But, why are you smiling?
What is so fun about it?
No matter how miserable people have lived, at the end of their lives they become works of art, but this madman did not even become a work of art. So, does the author’s life have value? Probably not. If the ending is not beautiful, it cannot be called a work of art.
Akrita did not understand the madman.
Therefore, in the end, Akrita may not have been understood even by herself. The madman faced his death without anyone understanding him until the end.
“Ha, aha, ha…”
The laughter faded.
The faint sound of laughter suddenly stopped with a thud. The end of a madman who had lived for tens of thousands of years was shabby.
In the end, it is your victory. Sister.
Death, which had been waiting for tens of thousands of years, swallowed up the madman.
With a crunch, the remnants of Acrita crumbled.
Ayla let out a long breath as she looked at the scattered remains. The long, long chase is over. The battle to subdue the madman has come to an end. However, Ayla could not shout for the end of the subjugation.
Because there was a fight that wasn’t over yet.
Ayla shifted her gaze.
There, there is a black dragon and Skebal tangled in the distance. This is the moment when she is about to lead her punitive force to join them there.
Flashing.
A flash of light flashed where the black dragon and Skebal collided. Like the sun rising over the horizon. Immediately after, a fierce storm and a fever rushed in.
“Tsk…!”
The hair shook noisily. The flower garden’s flower petals fluttered in all directions in the wind. The heat can be felt even here, far away. This is the moment when Ayla barely opens her eyes in the face of a storm that makes it difficult to even open them.
“Tap,” he said.
I heard someone walking.
Pure white hair fluttered next to Ayla. Someone stepped on the flower field and passed by Ayla. Ayla narrowed her eyes through the flowing white hair.
Chloe was running.
Chloe was running, regardless of the rushing fever. Towards where Belnoa is.
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Chloe ran.
My vision wavered with every step I took.
The unhealed wound was throbbing. The wind that blew was so hot that I felt short of breath. My legs were shaking and sweat was running down my back. Her hair swaying in the wind obscured her vision, so she lowered her head and ran.
The sound of steps. The sound of a strong beating heart. breath.
Chloe ran, out of breath.
Have you ever run this hard in your life? Has she ever run so desperately? Probably not. There wouldn’t have been any. Because whenever such a situation came up, Belnoa was always by his side.
Because he held my hand and ran with me.
Chloe gritted her teeth and ran towards where Belnoa was. The craze that had been raging was already calming down. Chloe lifted her head. He took a deep breath, kicked the ground, jumped, and looked ahead.
There was a black dragon there.
The black dragon that seemed far away, Belnoa, was getting closer little by little. The black dragon that came into view was completely destroyed. The wings were torn. Blood was bleeding from all over his body, and the black dragon was dying from the reaction of Overcome.
On the melted remains of Skebal.
The black dragon, Belnoa, was dying.
Although he won the duel, in the end Belnoa also failed to avoid death. The moment Chloe realized this, she gasped. He lost his footing and rolled awkwardly on the floor.
“Tsk…”
Chloe stood up with her hands on the ground and staggered towards where Belnoa was. As they approached, Chloe screamed that his throat was torn apart. Belnoa, I said.
And that is the moment.
“Uh. Why are you calling me?”
A voice came to Chloe’s ear.
Chloe’s eyes opened wide. She whipped her head around and looked towards where her voice had come from. A voice came from above the melting and dying black dragon.
“If anyone saw it, they would think someone had died.”
Belnoa, who was sitting on the black dragon’s head, let out a chuckle. Chloe blinked her eyes blankly. what. Are you looking at something in vain?
“Belnoa…?”
Chloe slumped down in her seat because her legs were so weak. And Belnoa came down from the top of the black dragon’s head and walked towards Chloe with light steps.
“Why are you calling me?”
“Tap,” he said.
Belnoir, standing in front of Chloe, held out his hand. Chloe stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed Belnoir’s hand. I felt a sensation. It wasn’t in vain.
“Oh really···.”
Eventually, Chloe burst into tears.
She laughed while crying. Unable to control her facial expressions and control over her emotions, Chloe lowered her head and cried. It was some time later that she raised her head.
“···Belnoa?”
“how···?”
This is the moment when the punitive force that followed behind opened their eyes wide when they saw Belnoa and were about to say something.
Shut up.
Chloe raised her head and immediately grabbed Belnoir’s collar and pulled her. Belnoa’s mouth was blocked as he tried to explain the situation to the punitive force. Someone opened their eyes wide, someone quietly turned his head, and someone else looked at the two with a bitter look.
“Wow.”
Lark let out a short exclamation.
fantasy,
