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

I'm dreaming.

Probably, yeah.

Probably a dream.

I'm not sure. I'm just feeling that way. That's just how I recognize it. I'm just assuming so. It's not real, and I'm just deciding on my own.

Dreams.

Dreams.

Dreams.

In a long and long dream, he thought so many times, became so aware and encouraged awakening. awakening. But there was never any sign of waking up, and consciousness kept drifting through the cloudy darkness.

Without the sensation of your hands or feet, you don't have every sensation. Only consciousness is there, however, drifting through a sea of indifference and darkness - such a state persists for a long time. I wonder how much it keeps drifting. I wonder how much better it keeps going. I wonder how much I keep sleeping.

I wonder how much you refuse to wake up.

Dreams.

Dreams.

Dreams.

Dreams that go on without detachment, without exhaustion.

The scenery changes intermittently and the world changes continuously. Various sights. Numerous landscapes. Countless scenarios. Dye your consciousness, smear the back of your brain, and fill your head. Something I saw one day. Something I've never seen. Something in memory. Something I don't remember. Stranger world. Stranger space-time. A strange dimension. Flashing melts and disappears, and also appears. That repetition.

Dreams.

Dreams.

Dreams.

Continue forever and repeat without end.

Eventually, when we're exhausted, when we're done, we finally start to stabilize. No, rather, chaos may be accelerating. I can't see the end of my dreams, so it's not something that was stable or anything. Everything is a dream. A sight that is different from reality, which is why it is never far from it. A world of fiction and fiction created from part of memory.

In a world so realistic and realistic that he couldn't be sure if it was really a dream, he had nothing more to offer.

Dreams.

(Yes, this is a dream)

He holds his fist and shakes his head. This tentatively first given feeling is also just part of the dream.

Overhead, there was a full starry sky. The endless expansions of the night sky everywhere and the countless stars shining in that deserted universe were as if to bless his awakening, but the truth is, consciousness can't even be awakening. This is a dream. A landscape in a dream. And yet the overwhelming sense of reality misleads me. Makes a mistake when you're awake. Consciousness issues a warning that you should not give yourself up to that mistake, but there was also a feeling somewhere that it didn't matter.

I was wondering if I could give myself up to dreaming and become a resident of the dream world as it were.

"I can't believe you thought of that."

Below the starry sky, it was the voice I heard that echoed.

"Exactly, I guess I'm tired"

The moment he heard a voice that was gentler than anything else and had the softness and strength to envelop everything, his consciousness turned and swirled beneath the night sky. Spread beneath the starry sky is a desolate wilderness turned into a battlefield. Countless, that's what countless corpses lay on the battlefield landscape unfolding, and he also seemed to be there as an element that constituted the battlefield. I'm holding a spear in my hand. Black spear. Chaos bringer.

The LORD of voices was on the battlefield, ahead of him, the hosts to whom he belonged. The figure stands on the deck of a huge glowing ship where countless bodies fall forward, this again countless bodies are falling this way. A boy dressed in pure white armor. No, a youth.

"Setuna."

The young man, so to speak, took off the slightly flashy helmet of its decoration and exposed his face to full heaven. That's the face I saw. When I saw it roughly two years ago, it's not that much different. Unless you're thin or fat, there's no way you're going to change dramatically in years. However, the color of my hair had changed for some reason, and the clear whiteness of that hair was so painfully eyed. Beautiful, clear eyes, as always.

As always, I don't know what you're thinking, it was like that.

"Quon......"

Setuna noticed herself unconsciously mouthing his name and became annoyed.

"Yes, I'm Kuon. Jiuyin the Guardian House. Quon-Kamiya. That was the name that defined me. Yes, that was my name."

"What are you talking about"

I'm talking about the past.

"The past?

"Yes, the past"

Quong, quietly cuts good. On deck, there's nobody but Quon. And on the battlefield. Other than Setuna and Quong, there were only bodies. Only countless bodies are piled up on the battlefield just for the two of us. More than ever, the flowing blood dyes the earth red, and the smell of rising death fills his nostrils. I understand that's a fiction to create a sense of reality, but that's also why I wasn't able to deny that sense of reality. Everything is realistic and sweeping consciousness.

"Everything, it's gone. I can no longer get it back, and I just don't get it back. Everything has changed. Everything, it's lost. It's me who's changed."

He put his hand on Mizu's chest and told him. Those worried eyes seemed to indicate what was in his heart, and Setuna was nothing. Changed. That could be true. Sure, he may have changed. That's why I'm in front of Setuna. Before Setuna, he emerged as an enemy of Setuna.

"This is me I met when I tried to meet you again."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know."

"That's fine."

"It's not good. It's not good."

Setsuna shook her head and glanced at Quon. What do you want? I wanted to scream. Scream, I wanted to tell you. At that time, if only there was room left, I would have done so. Stuck, I thought you asked. I should have tried to get the sincerity out. But it didn't. I couldn't do that.

At that time, in the real world, Setuna was almost exhausted.

"You're alive. I thought you were dead. No, that's fine. If you weren't dead, you never crossed it. If you had lived."

Setuna still wanted to rejoice in the changed appearance of Quong. I wanted to gladly accept the fact that I was alive. If he's just alive. If he is not even the enemy. Unless he is even a member of the Divine Army. I would have honestly rejoiced and let my consciousness fall into darkness with joy. But reality didn't. He represented himself in front of Setuna as an enemy. He showed his face and disappeared with the Ark.

"But then why are you at the mercy of the Divine Army? Why did you attack Lyohan? Why are you being my enemy?"

"Because it was destiny, and all I can say is,"

"Destiny?

Setuna remembered by that one word that Quon uttered that he was a fake. Quon would not say such things.

"Ha..."

Point the cutting edge of the black spear at the quon and unleash the force. World of dreams. As you wish, the world moves and changes shape. The rays of destruction of the black spear pushed into the ark, becoming a runoff of immense force more than usual, and struck directly at Quon. There's a big explosion, and the flashes wind up in the vortex and disappear into the void.

"You fool."

Setuna threw up in the middle of the wilderness, where countless bodies had even disappeared. In my dreams. No matter how much force you use, it never wears off.

Forward, darkness was staining the void that had vanished, both the ark and the quon. A dark darkness that is completely indispensable, not as vague as the darkness of night. The perfect darkness, which does not allow any light, holds a red glow in it. red eyes. Eventually I realize that it forms one's shape, but Setsuna thought it didn't matter. Whatever form he takes, I'm sure it doesn't matter.

"... well, it's something I spotted"

"I get it. That much."

Setsuna looked to the man of darkness.

"I haven't even exchanged words with him, here and there."

"Is that all you can tell?

"It's up to you to understand. You're making fun of me."

I can't shut my mouth because I can't shut it down.

This is not the world of dreams.

Narrow room between dreams and present.

When I noticed, the sights around me were changing. From the wilderness of the starry sky, to the gray wilderness.

"You weren't on my side."

"I'm on your side. I'm on your side. Setuna."

He's going to laugh.

"Because you are the user of the Demon King's staff."

In darkness, shining deep red eyes curse the world to burn.