Volume 7, Prologue
There was a stench of death in the air. A stench so dreadful that it drove the sense of smell crazy and so fishy that it burned the chest, eroding the air.
The grasslands were covered with burnt corpses of soldiers, all gasping in agony. When the wind blew, the hot air that was left over from the battlefield spread all around.
“Are you going?”
“Yeah…”
In a scene filled with mute wreckage, the person answered the silver purple girl.
There is no way to see the expression on the face of the person who picked up the remnants of the flag that had fallen to the ground.
The person’s face was covered by a mask.
“This is just the beginning.”
The voice with no inflection suggested that it was a man. But whether he was sad or laughing, it was impossible to sense any joy, anger, or sorrow.
In the ruins of a battlefield filled with death and hatred, the masked man turns his head around to look around.
In the depths of his mask, his right eye, which was shrouded in darkness, was filled with golden light.
“A thousand years of stagnant time has begun to move.”
The masked man quietly took a step forward. He stomped on the weeds that were blackened with blood and walked with ease and without hesitation.
No one in this world can stop his steps.
In a world where the flowers of death are in full bloom, it is as if the living cannot exist except him.
“The world is in turmoil; a turning point has come.”
It was not a voice speaking to anyone. Yet his voice trembled as if he wanted someone to hear him.
However, no one in this place could give him a reply.
“The endpoint is fixed.”
The masked man raised his hand to the sky and gripped the sun tightly.
“――Because everything is one.”
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