When the light burns, the darkness grows.
When the darkness rises, this ti the light fades.
There were countless lights blooming.
I repeated that a huge darkness would tear and gather.
The darkness roars.
The light blazes gloriously.
Light and darkness have heard each other countless tis.
Fragnts of light and fragnts of darkness are scattered.
I looked at the fragnts in a daze.
Every scattered piece of light contained a part of life.
They were all with . These are the tas that everyone walked with .
That's why I knew.
There was no precious mont in their lives that was fierce at every mont.
Their blood, their sweat, their glory after a hard struggle.
The glorious things were shattered and scattered around like dust.
Only one for .
What the hell am I talking about?
My chest seed to tear.
I shouted countless tis.
Stand down. Stop fighting.
But none of them listened to .
They went on, they fought.
I threw my whole life into a huge darkness that I could not protest against.
bumped, shaved out.
In the midst of that destruction of light and darkness,
"Greedy King. Don't try to seduce .
A loud, yelling sound dug into my ear.
"The whole warehouse full of silver and gold is no more precious than the copper coin your people gave .
It's a story about the annihilation of a kingdom that people don't know about.
A song about the morale of a money demon who fought a thousand days for a penny of copper.
It was the [Golden Poem] of the rcenary king.
I turned my head.
I saw the back of a man in shabby leather armor.
At the end of the sword, Nuron flashes toward the darkness.
That was the beginning.
Light burst out everywhere.
In the place where the light disappeared, there was a man or woman.
Knight of the giant in iron armor, a sword-combed inspector, and a commander in splendid uniform. A freak in a clown outfit.
Heroes who flavored an era or represented a nation sang their own karma that had been accomplished before life.
The world's forgotten transcripts, heroic poetry, echoed from all sides.
A colorful light blooms from the tip of their sword.
Sharp, heavy, confused.
Each one pierces the darkness with a sword of a different nature, torn apart.
The darkness screams in agony.
But I knew.
I couldn't help but feel the darkness as a hero.
In order to chase him back into the Moose Gang, I needed a more remarkable achievent.
Achievents in areas that people in the world cannot dare to reach, as human beings, when they say they are miracles.
Like,
You can't cut it with any kind of collateral.
The myth of the great knight who slaughtered the dragon.
Slash the dragon scales and drink the hot blood.
The dragon slayer lifts up the sword and recites it in a staggered manner.
"Cut down the heart with the sword of the hot moon."
The last verse of [Poetry of Zangryong], which I could only recite after offering my soul as an offering.
At that instant, an intact [myth] beca modern in the world.
Aaaaaaaaaah.
The white dragon howls and flies.
The unique power of Dragon Slayer that accomplished the karma of the Zangdragon.
[The Dragon Realm].
Sharp claws grind the darkness. Huge wings tear the body of darkness apart. The stubborn jaw bites the throat of the screaming night.
The darkness trampled under the white dragon flinches.
The tentacles rise from his body.
The tentacles beco sharp spears, penetrating the white white dragon.
The dragon's shape was scattered.
Khhhhhhhh.
He bites the head of the dragon, not scattered, and the darkness roars.
And then, she went out.
"He shook his sword, and blood flowed into the river, and the flesh enriched the earth.
After five preemptives that ended the Great War,
"I will renew this land with the blood and flesh of giants.
Among other things, an article called The Strongest.
After the sword of Iron Blood, Agnes Bavaria raises the sword of burning light.
Opening Wall.
I drew down the sword she had raised.
At that mont, there was a huge darkness, a vast world.
Shh.
It split as it was.
I'm looking at a cracked gap.
(chuckles)
Soone grabbed my back mule.
Whew!
Then I threw out a bird without saying anything.
Between the cracks that Agnes created.
[I repaid the debt.]
On the other side of the crack, the rcenary king blows his head in.
[Goodbye. Gruhorn.]
I looked over the shoulder of the rcenary king laughing.
Darkness regrouping. Knights who stand before him and burn their souls again.
Oh, no!
I scread and went back to the knights.
But before my feet ever set foot in the world beyond the crack again.
Jaw.
The crack disappeared.
So I was left in another darkness.
No greedy predators, no sparkling stars, nothing but void.
* *
I forgot even the flow of ti.
No, I didn't even know if ti was running out.
Whether I'm trapped in the mont of Charlna, or he's floating around in the sa ti as Yooseong.
Nothing was certain.
I just existed.
Not alive, not dead.
Between the abyss and the superficial layer.
Where is that ambiguous boundary?
I wandered through the empty darkness again.
He stumbled through the void where there was nothing, and sohow wandered into the darkness that ca to return.
I could not find my way back to them, though I wandered through the darkness.
In a perfectly isolated world, the only way to return to them was by force through the walls.
But I didn't have the strength to do it now.
I was so weak.
How many tis have I tried to break through the wall, but I realized how petty I am now.
I felt helpless for the first ti in my life.
I was tired, and then I just curled up around my two knees.
All that was left of was a faint piece of shining soul.
I looked into a piece of soul. Endlessly returning to the life of Idrian Leonberger.
Sotis I just watched as it flowed, and sotis I repeated certain monts countless tis.
The happiest mont, the saddest mont, the happiest mont, the happiest mont.
I chewed all those monts, and I chewed again.
It was the only warmth I could feel in this cold world, and it was the only strength that would sustain my ego about to collapse.
I seized the most intense mont of my life and repeated it indefinitely.
Then, at so point, I beca bruised.
What I was doing, what I was trying to do.
I thought about it, but the answer didn't co out.
That's so frustrating. I've been struggling around my place.
Then I forgot even that.
I sat down and wrapped my head in silence.
I ssed up in my head.
I've been standing there for a long ti, and I have a feeling of forgery.
I looked around for the identity of the façade.
And I finally found it.
A world that is empty, a little light that grows in one corner of it.
I got up from the saucer and ran to the light.
and finally reached before the light.
A small burning campfire. A wizard who covers the white robe to the end of his head.
The wizard looks up at .
"That doesn't make any sense. "
In that soft voice, I laughed.
I'm finally out of my mind in a void world.
But it wasn't bad.
A friend I t in a world where there was nothing.
Even though he was an illusion I made, it was a pleasure to et him.
I'd rather be with soone like this than be alone in a world where there's nothing.
Furry.
I sat in front of the campfire.
"I have an old-fashioned idea. When I first t you, you suddenly showed up on a deep night. It was just a sword, unlike now."
"Yes, I did. "
I stroke my chin and stare at her.
Ophelia smiles softly and looks at .
I was facing that horse's gaze, and I felt a faint feeling.
Then I realized later.
The identity of the façade.
I didn't feel any high-rich-specific morale that I should have felt originally.
She was as fresh and vibrant as she was when she first t 400 years ago.
At first, it was an imagination that wasn't real, what if it was vibrant, what if it was fraudulent, and it was untrue.
But over ti, the feeling of disguise grew stronger.
Is Ophelia really imaginary in front of you?
At first it was just a question, but later it beca confusing.
"Sotis it's not all you see, but sotis it's all you see. "
She looked at like that and said with a smile.
That's so obvious, her smile is so vivid.
I couldn't help asking.
"Are you really Ophelia? "
She laughed out loud in my words.
"Gruhorn. That's the most ridiculous question you've ever asked . "
The sound of clear laughter echoes in my ears and freezes.
"But as always, I will answer your questions with all my heart. "
Ophelia woke up.
"I'm not imaginary. "
And then he grabbed .
The warmth that ca from her body was so vivid that I naturally realized it.
Ophelia before her eyes was never an illusion.
"I endured it well. "
"How the hell...? "
I was confused.
She appeared before my eyes, the way she was before my life.
"Shouldn't you be back before that? "
Ophelia slips out of my arms.
Then he looked at slippery.
I woke up with a golden eye full of unique vertigo.
"Yes! Ophelia! Send back! "
I beca anxious to think that if she ca all the way here to find , she would know how to go back.
"We have to hurry! Even at this mont..."
"Where are you going? "
"Of course, Agnes and the others..."
Ophelia looked at quietly.
It was as if the eyes were talking about where you need to go back, not there.
I frowned.
Then, at so point, my head was empty.
I felt like I forgot sothing big.
Sothing very important and precious.
"I'm late. "
Seeing like that, Ophelia sighs small.
Then I realized she looked at my hand.
"But it's not too late. "
With a sigh of relief, she lowers her head along her speaking gaze.
And it hardened as it was.
A faintly shiny little piece, grasped by a hand that was tightly grasped to make it white, as if it would never be lost.
The mont I saw that little piece, my heart suddenly growled.
"If the night is long, the dream is deep. "
I heard Ophelia whispering in my ear.
"But no dream ever breaks, no matter how deep it is. "
An oddly clear voice, I raised my head like a hollow.
Ophelia smiles softly at .
"It's ti to wake up. "
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