Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

The first thing I noticed was the flames.

A blazing flame is dancing in front of me. No, it's not just in front of me. Fire columns rose all around and everywhere, coloring the world as the flames danced.

Hellfire.

That was the word he came up with when he saw the sight in front of him.

There are piles of skulls piled high above them, and the flames of red lotus burn through the piles of bones. The bones were all over it. It was also the bone column that filled the ground, and disturbed it like a tree, and everywhere I looked it was just bone. Isn't the red lotus flame burning to show off such a different sight? The more such suspicion arose, the burning flames were obvious.

Overhead, red darkness is spreading. The view of darkness that runs far beyond would be different from the sky seen from the earth. Never, should be the same thing.

This is hell.

Bottom of the tomb.

Yin Fu.

So I guess all the bones fill the ground, pile up like mountains, and line up like trees. Some human bones were seen as well as completely different animal bones, and bones like none I've seen at all have rolled around there creating a sight of hell.

Creepy, but not scared.

There can't be anything more terrifying than losing power.

(force...)

He clenched his fist. The moment the spear broke, the power was lost. The overwhelming, absolutely destructive black spear, at that moment, became just a fragment.

Summoning weapons, even if destroyed, can be restored sooner or later if returned and waiting for time. Leave the black spear alone, too, and you'll be back to normal. But we know that's not a good idea. Then it becomes a repetition of the same thing.

Kuon's shield prevented me. I couldn't break through the Shield of Messiah defense. Despite being able to retrieve family members and draw true power. Defeated. Defeated by no skin. Complete defeat. It seemed so miserable and so difficult to save.

As it is, I can't forgive myself.

I wanted power.

I wanted to be stronger.

Now it was time to go beyond Quon and be unbeatable to anyone. Otherwise, we cannot reward all those who seek to destroy Gandhia.

(Yes. I...)

Setsuna looked up.

It is in a world filled with bones that I walk out, believing that I have what I want.

It was not conceivable that the Red Demon Azmaria-Altemax would do anything meaningless.

When he stepped through the mountains of bones that would be burned in Hellfire and reached the summit of the mountain, he seemed to have a glimpse of Hell. Because the only places illuminated by the flames are those where Setuna has ever walked and those like altars that appear slightly in the distance, the majority of which were otherwise covered in pitch-black darkness. Looking back, I'll even miss the sight of a burning flame.

I don't know how long I've been walking.

The passage of time remains completely unclear than the sky pattern remains unchanged. I was exhausted when I was thrown to hell, even though I was exhausted. Keep walking, keep walking. I didn't want to take a break. If you rest, that's all the power is far away.

We need strength.

Without power, I won't be able to be on my own.

Such a hard-won obsessive notion was driving him.

Power. Power was everything. Only force had enough setuna, and that was his existential value. Who will need me, such as Setuna without black spears? For Gandia, it is precisely the black spear setuna that is essential and is just one of the soldiers who is so sweeping and throwing it away, such as Setuna. I'm not even a regular armed summoner. I have no use for it.

Gandia is not the only one.

All I could say was that I owed my connection to Faria, my connection to Miliu, my connection to Rem, Sheila, and the Urks, all thanks to the black spear.

Who will reach out to Setuna without a black spear?

There can be no such thing as the value of being in a powerless setuna.

(force...)

So he went to hell.

I rode the temptation of the devil and jumped from this world to hell.

It's all for strength.

Everything, to regain its worth.

To get over the quon and prove that I am who I am.

(Where do I head?

From the landscape of hell looking down from the mountain of bones, I didn't know where to aim. Should we return to the way we came and go in the flames, or should we, in the darkness, wander out of place? Or should we aim for an altar-stained place that looks on the other side?

Setuna went down the mountain without patrolling. We should probably head to an altar lit by light. Obviously, there's something over there. Something must be waiting.

Down the mountain, a deserted darkness awaited. The further away the flames from the burning mountains, the deeper the darkness increases and the darker the sight covers everything. Eventually the complete darkness engulfed the world. Even if I look over my head, all I see is darkness. I could only see the view within a few steps and had to make a safety check just to move forward.

I rely only on my own eyes.

There is no way to rely on a subpoena.

The black spear broke. Summoning won't respond, and that will be the same for the family of the spear.

In the first place, what happens when you rely on power to gain it?

Then nothing will change.

I don't get anything.

It should be me who should work out, and that's why I fell into this hell.

Setuna, reaffirming that, whipped her exhausted body and continued to advance. Aim for an altar that should be far ahead in the dark.

The bone path was never flat. Instead, he was flying ups and downs, and Setuna kicked everything and fell. Each time I hit my body to the ground, but I couldn't snag it with that amount of pain. There is pain deeper. The pain didn't bother me with the trauma. I don't care if it bleeds. Just forward even.

Then, a suddenly unusually burning smell filled his nostrils. Red lotus flames envelop the surrounding quarters along with the unpleasant smell of burning bones. The red and burning walls of flames irritated his eyes accustomed to the darkness, but more importantly, he was bewildered by the anomaly that had suddenly occurred in a space that had never made any difference before. In the roughly hours leading up to this point, such a change never occurred. The path of fire, the path of darkness, was just a landscape.

It suddenly scattered flames and surrounded Setuna's surroundings. The Red Lotus Wall reflects the various bones that fill the ground. Hot air strokes her cheeks and sweat erupts from all over her body. The gushing sweat takes away your strength and makes you even loose standing. We can manage, but we are in danger of moving forward. It was when I thought so.

"I don't know if I'm flustered."

When I wondered if I heard the voice I heard coming from the front, a black shadow pressed out of the burning wall of flames at the end of my gaze, taking the shape of one.

"So you can fight me?

He was a masked man imitating a dragon. He wrapped his long coat around his long body and had no left arm. It's him without even thinking about it. I didn't know anyone like that but him, and his voice is characteristic of him.

"Cain......?

"Oh... that's my name for you."

He touched the mask with his right hand, in some happy, but slightly unfortunate tone. Remove and throw away. A burning flame raises his face in darkness and makes Setuna recognize it. Definitely a neat face. I was thin and my sharp eyes were tight.

Cain-Vivre. The mass murderer, named Lance-Biraine and with the real name Lancaine-Bunell, was looking at this one with the same look he gave in the city of Karan.

The face of a murderer lit by flames could not be forgotten.

But for some reason, there was no anger.