A Wish to Grab Happiness

There are signs of ice chunks crawling across the back of my skin. It gradually began to rise toward the body as it swung fully inside its hands and feet.

Like dancing, with singing cheer. Still, ice cubes that never stop walking.

It was no longer self-evident where that was aimed. If you run up to ascend in the mountains as well, the destination is set.

Cranial. Clogged brain.

Fialert-la-Borgograd asks for heat on both knees to the touch where the cerebral cord itself is frozen and the nerves transform into something stiff.

The stomach gets as cold and heavy as iron and even hardens the body.

It was as if the limbs themselves, the body itself, had turned into ice. It is not such a distant future that this cold air puts even the cerebral cord under control. Such strange certainty fills the thought of fialerts.

Cold, cold, painful, scary.

I want heat, that's as good as the shards. Cold, I don't like cold. I really remember those days.

Me when there was nothing. Myself who did not reach talent enough to do everything possible and could not even be mediocre.

I ate so much that I thought I could chew my teeth out and still see someone's back.

It was miserable. It was humiliating. How come I don't have anything? Why do I have to walk all the way down to such misery?

How many times have you thought that? This cold weather was around that time. I had no one to reach out to and I had not gotten any. He is forced to stand up against the stone and is kicked down each time.

Cold, cold. But I can't do anything about it. At most of this, I'm going to crawl and freeze to death.

"Don't worry. I'll give you salvation. [M] I'll make sure I fill you up."

I can hear the sound. Sweet and gentle, the sound echoes everywhere in my chest and ears.

Fialert was feeling the comfort of his soul about to melt. The fingertips, which were formed into cold stones, convey their joy with slight heat.

Happiness is where it is. The concept of salvation was manifested in form. That is, it is light itself.

The thin fingers of the fialert extend into the light with a loose modus operandi.

Quickly, so that we can get closer at all. Just for happiness and salvation.

They are no longer cheap things like implication. It was one form of worship and faith. Believe, that's how you're saved as a result.

There's no way you can fight it. Its existence swallows the cerebral cord directly, invading a person's spirit. I don't know if that's good or evil. But there was an overwhelming individual who would do all that.

Altius the Redemption God.

The overwhelming glow is in front of the fialert. The very sight in sight was white and I could see it plundering blurry.

But there is no fear. There was just peace. Something tells me that's good. Because it's the path I once took.

My fingers, they stretch. Growing. Moving forward - I was in the middle of it. I see something black on the edge of my sight. Black as a shadow.

At the same time, Fialert's ears were capturing one sound. A nostalgic voice, like being carried from somewhere far away. A voice that floats and then even feels deep weight opens its black eyes.

"Many times I licked bitter tannins and uttered contempt. Oh, I can't help that. Whatever. I'm the one who can't have it."

Where did you hear that voice? What time was the word I heard?

The light covering the surrounding area is slightly cloudy, and the shadow makes its body twist in a funny way. It's as if the shards of the night are sneaking in there.

Yes, at night. That night, in Galuamaria.

"Then there's only one way to go"

That's what Rugis said. The darkness, eating the light, bounces.

"The one who has no choice but to walk barefoot on the laid path of Tsu, and wash his hands and feet with his own blood. I'm sorry to go down the path that everyone has been able to follow, and to have days painted with giving up and inertia."

Yes, I suppose so. That's what Rugis said that night, reaching out to me...

At some point, the shadow crushed the light as it did everything, and so it was right beside the fialert. The outline of the shadow is slightly reminiscent of him.

Even though his own cheeks were surprisingly connected, Fialert noticed. The feeling of happiness that was packed in my chest is foggy and scattered. But only brilliantly burning heat remained.

Coldness is nowhere else.

Yeah, but I can't have it. Forgive me for watching over the backs of those who possess them. How can you be satisfied with the happiness given by compassion?

I heard fingers clattering. My nails are so full that I can decide the meat on my palm. I want something. Whatever else you throw away, there's something I want.

- Can't Fialert-la-Borgograd hold one thing in this hand that he wanted? No, there's no way!

I'll grab it, even if it's farther than this. That's my happiness until I'm completely skinless.

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The fialert slowly opens the overly heavy eyelid. If I hadn't strained, I would have fallen to the bottom of my sleep in no time.

Fialert finally realized that he had lost consciousness where the stone floor of the Great Temple had entered his eyes.

Hands and feet are tied up in magic costumes, and freedom is unlikely. Well, I'm being rolled to sleep.

Well, why not?

When I wobbled my eyes, Karia's silver hair jumped in front of me, and I could see her looking like Eldis right behind her. I still couldn't understand everything with my unawakened head, but to hear the words exchanged, apparently they were talking about a way out of here.

What it was and what was happening. The cranium of the fialert clouds the sound and clouds the thought. My thoughts on what's going on and what's going on are vague.

Fialert's blurry thoughts follow its memories in a relaxed foothold.

Sure enough, I met the Virgin and Rugis tried to push her for it, so...

- I am Altius the Spirit, and I will grant you absolute happiness.

I met that. chisels, teeth squeal.

That's right. I met that threat, and that's how I got tangled up.

The moment he finally regained his mind, Fialert felt his cheeks uplifted by nature and shame. The eyes moisten and the bitten teeth make strange noises.

So you're saying that you've been captured by your enemies and lost consciousness?

Unusual. What an unusual thing. He said he stood in front of his enemies with fried fish to keep him out of the way of Rugis' determination. This is how he is now imprisoned in his magic costume, distracting himself from the words of his enemies.

To see what's happening now, maybe he was saved by either Kalia or Erdis.

However, the fact will bring up gratitude and at the same time unnecessarily blush the skin of the fialert.

I couldn't help Rugis, I even pulled into my people's feet. To the excess shame, the black eyes of the fialert narrow.

Pity. If I can get into the invisible darkness, I want to be stuck there. The fact that the magic costume was still tangled up in his hands and feet was also an extra push for the spirit of fialert.

As he unexpectedly diverts his gaze from Kalia and Eldis, Fialert glances behind the Great Temple. At the bottom of it I saw the altar. Certainly where Rugis set the stage for a sword trident.

There's something black sitting there now. Should I even call it a black sphere? The sphere kept the size that would be excessive if people were swallowed up intact.

That black looks familiar. It's Eldis' curse fog. Even so, what Fialert saw is something smaller.

That takes shape now and is where it is. Are you saying you have enough opponents to push and consolidate with a tangible curse? What the hell is that?

There was a moment. As soon as I came to that presence, chills enough to cleave hit the whole body of the fialert.

It was even understood in the long run that a slight unravelling of the black sphere was possible. That's how I feel I saw a glimmer of light between them.

I had already understood what was lurking in it and what was contained in it. It was like intuition, but I don't feel like you're coming off.

Within a few more seconds, I'll be crawling out of that. Fialert's skin felt the ambient atmosphere tense to the extreme.

The only way to push that thing in now is now.

So Fialert did what he had to do, much faster than Karia and Eldis inverted themselves. Anyway, he's nearby. The stigma must be returned.

Bring your torso up slightly and forward to stick out your hands tied to your magic costume.

I can't feel the power from both hands, I don't feel like I can wield one twig. If we were to call it witchcraft, the magic would soon be fogged.

But I have one thought. Instructions for this were already engraved into the brain of the fialert. Anyway, I've worked out the plan once in the past.

A person detained in a magic costume does not normally produce magic that sucks up magic and makes sense of it.

- But if the magic costume exceeds the momentum that the magic spreads and releases the demon, can it emit surgery?

No matter, a force move that can't be called serious. It couldn't even be called a lame methodology, it was just lawless.

Magic costumes are like forcing a needle into a path that carries the magic of an operator and sipping its power.

Daring to pour magic into it is the same thing as opening your own wounds and spitting blood out. The hands and feet are run with such vivid pain that they tear apart, and the organs are stuffy and struck by refluxed magic.

though. That is why Fialert had no hesitation whatsoever, and made it. Because the words carried from somewhere were still ringing in my ears.

- The one who has no choice but to walk barefoot on the laid path of Tsu and wash his hands and feet with his own blood.

If so, let's make it. The feeling of magic running all over your body is in the hands of Fialert. The blood vessels in his hands and feet hovered around screaming.

Magic Casting - Battlefield Magic.

The vibrancy ran for the black sphere.