Spirit bomb. A storm of destruction you'll never get away with. Zell, who was at its center, gets drunk on victory in a wild flame.
The power of the Spirit converted into a flame that burns down everything around it. But it had no effect on the same kind of zel that wrapped the robe with Altinea's power. sweep away other than yourself, the ultimate trump card. That is the true power hidden in the Spirit Bomb.
"Goodbye Altinea, and Brother Grado! I win! I'm stronger than you!
That was a heartfelt cry. Above all, beat Grado. That was Zell's biggest purpose, and it was a means of proving to him that he was always inferior.
My brother, who actually confronted me, was still strong. The goal remained a goal forever. And finally got over it and grabbed the win. That makes Zell's heart even more exalted.
"No, you lost"
That's why I got caught off guard. The power of the Spirit that is not something a man can fathom. No one can stand it. That assumption became a deadly gap.
Spirit. It always exists to lean in as a good neighbor of man, sometimes helpful and able to make sense of each other, gentlemen. Such is the power of the Spirit. Bonds never disappear.
Grad's arm slips out of the flames with his voice. And the next moment, a dagger clenched in its hand pierced Zell's throat.
"Damn... ahhh..."
Leaking a voiceless voice and distorting his expression, Zell turns his wary eyes to the culprit.
Arms stretched up to Zell's throat. Complex lines floating on its surface. Unbeaten by flames and glowing red, it was a testament to the protection that Grado had given him over Altinea.
Zell understands, looking at its arms, which can retreat from the winding flames. Altinea's will defended Grado.
Protection of the Spirit. In the world of spiritual faith, it has special significance.
Grado and Zell. The two were granted their protection when they became the leading clergymen of the Ri. Always be with and take care of the inner gods until the time comes to die. To spend the rest of my life defending myself. As a sign of that.
The Spirit, who has instead become the inner god, brings grace to the inner. Altinea, worshipped by the people of the sky, is the spirit of the storm. Retreat wind and rain damage and keep the climate stable. For this reason the crop was always abundant and not only Altinea, but also two clerics were revered inside.
But that's why the difference gradually begins to stand out. Too good a brother and a mediocre brother. It becomes all the more remarkable because all the surroundings have been the same.
I liked the same person at the end of the sentence, and a decisive groove arose between them.
If there was even one thing different, there would have been another future. But the tragedy came.
Chimera closen raid aimed at Altinea, the rear god. At that time, Zell, his brother, who was supposed to protect him, betrayed the inside.
Brother, separation from Grado. And to take away the Altinea that Grado cares most about.
After that, Grado, shaking through the persuasion of the survivors, abandoned his kindness to regain the one he loved. If you hear rumors of a resentful enemy, you rush instantly, taking information and life.
Eventually his body was stained with hatred, and his ears could no longer reach a kind voice. Everything you see in your eyes is gray, and you can only identify enemies or anything else. Keep killing enemies as if they were machines.
Even in those days, what was in Grado's heart. That was the love I thought of Altinea.
That is why the protection of the Spirit responds. When Grado was in crisis, it was always brilliant, even if Grado himself had become unrecognizable at the earliest possible moment.
By contrast, Zell, taken into the chimeric closen, uses the vast knowledge of the Spirit cultivated inside to make the power of Altinea ours.
In the Spirit faith, the connection with the Spirit is stronger, and naturally its understanding is deeper. Zell has developed a technology that uses the extra energy in a person named Spiritual Power without wasting it. It would not be an exaggeration to say that 80% of the development of Chimera Clozen is due to his contribution.
This is followed by the diversion of the technology to weapons. It also achieved increased combat power. Yes, the Spirit Bomb was created by him again.
As a result, Zell is recognized for his accomplishments and goes up to the top executives of Chimera Clozen.
Furthermore, when many spirits were sent under Zell by the hands of the chimeric closen constituents, Zell's knowledge and skill leapt in proportion to his sacrifice.
In his knowledge of the Spirit, there will be no man beyond Zell. But the world is overflowing with things that knowledge alone does not extend to.
That's the heart.
One day, the glow had been lost from the protection given to Zell. Zell thought the cause was due to a loss of will called Altinea.
But now, at this time. It was realized that it was a mistake, in front of the blessing of Altinea, which shined brightly in Grado's arms.
Apart from spiritual weapons consisting of spirits of the same species, there were also means to prevent spiritual bombs. It is a means of not noticing the chimeric closen that has only been able to use the Spirit. A testament to the bond between man and the Spirit. Protection of the Spirit.
The one who abandoned and the one who was not abandoned. The battle between the two was determined by such a bond.
When the power of the Spirit, which was filling the spot, was exhausted, the flames extinguished like illusions. The surroundings, which were brilliant red, were instantly covered in the darkness of night, and the stars of the sky regained their brilliance.
Under the night sky, a dull, heavy sound sounds slightly. It is the sound of Zell's body rolling to the ground. Its eyes, looking up at the sky as it bled out of its throat, were already white and cloudy.
Grado keeps a dagger wet in blood in his hand, sitting next to it, moving his lips small, slightly and mouthing words. That is so deafening to no one's ears that it is a more vain word than a whisper, more than a prayer. A funeral sentence for the dead, chanted in the two of them.
With an empty face with no anger, no hatred, no joy, no grief, Grado drops a crossbow arrow on Zell's chest. And he poured out some residual strength, and produced a pale flame.
Its flames smoke like seed fire, but gradually gain momentum.
Grado turned his back on it and walked out. The destination is a small village that still floats blue.
But that won't happen.
Under the starry sky, dull and heavy sounds echo powerless. It was the sound of Grad's body lying on the ground.
"So far, or..."
Grado's body had already reached its limits. effects of the ban, which lasted longer than originally. That was the afterlife gained because it burned even life.
He manages to move his almost unfettered body, and Grado falls asleep on his back.
"The stars... you can't see them anymore"
Grado searches for a constellation that he has seen closely with Altinea. However, the sky did not define the distortion focus in the eyeglasses containing countless cracks, and the eyelids remained closed.
I can't see anything, only the sound of the wind plunders my ears. The body is heavy as lead and the consciousness is a distant feeling, as if it were at the bottom of the earth.
I've never left anything behind. Purpose accomplished. Grado, who meant it better than the original, just try to entrust everything and let go of consciousness.
That was the time.
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
A slight voice reached Grado's ear with a whisper. That's such a pale, obscure voice that it's going to disappear now. But as soon as he did, Grado opens his eyes and searches for thinkers in Xia's sight. You can't have misheard, Altinea's voice, Altinea's appearance.
"Altinea...... Finally, I see you."
The figure was beside the arm where the pattern of protection floated. Beyond the broken lens, even in distorted scenery, Altinea, reflected there, remains a memory, and Grado leaks a voice of relief.
"─ Yeah, well... Have you been with me the whole time..."
Altinea just leans in there and smiles. Grado starts spinning the pompous and the words, as if trying to reclaim the time of the two lost, with that face stared at.
"This, near... I was there... I didn't realize, I can't believe... -That's right. Maybe the glasses didn't fit..."
With a slight smile, Grado moves his arm, which should no longer move, and removes his broken glasses. Then he floats Altinea in his undistorted vision, nodding small.
"─ Oh... it's broken. Corner, I picked it for you, and I got it. But I guess that's why. I see you again. -It's okay now. I know you're here. I won't lose sight of you anymore."
Saying that interruptedly, Grado stares at Altinea again as he lets his gaze wander just a little.
"So again, I'll buy a new one... And now you... choose..."
Grado slowly closed his eyes, laughing as he lit up.
When all the sounds disappeared and the silence came upon him. Grad's body, beyond the limits of man's, life's and vessels, became dust and was grabbed by the wind that flowed as it whispered. All that's left is burnt clothes, a bloodstained dagger, and broken glasses.
Thus one story closed the curtain. Eventually, the pale flame covering the village disappeared, and the darkness deepened. Is that a coincidence? The sound of the wind blowing through the rocks gently plays the scales. Its tone, gentle and as if it were a lullaby, also conceived a mourning like a funeral song, with the stars ringing wide and wide under the sky in an instant.
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