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

It's a bad dream.

I keep having bad dreams.

It's just a bad thing to sleep or wake up. Painful, painful, pathetic, painful. I keep having those dreams, and I'm going crazy. Just a dream to lose even. It strikes me as if that were a determined future. A future that can never be covered. If such a desperate sight awaits me, I even think it would have been better to be drawn to hell.

That's how terrible dreams are.

Nightmare.

But isn't it impossible to call it just a nightmare with an extreme sense of reality?

The sights that Setuna has seen every time she opened the coffin are stacked in several layers and carved into her brain, as if she were actually remembered to experience them. Like a reality that has been repeated over and over again. It piles up as if it were a real past, and I am on top of it. All I said was that those pasts were making me who I am. That can't be right. That's impossible, and how much I denied and shook my head, before an overwhelming sense of reality, there was no art of exchange, and it would crush me.

At last, he even lost his temper to go for the coffin hills, and he was, in the darkness of ignorance, sitting back.

Dozens, hundreds of times, and if you can show off the death of one of your loved ones, so be it.

Couldn't even mock the excuse floating around his chest, and he, brought it to the wall. Dark world. There's no sound there, no wind. There is no light. Passing the back of his brain was the sight of a nightmare that had been shown off hundreds of times until earlier, and because it had an extremely intense sense of reality, he was in an abyss of hopelessness beyond recovery. If that's just a dream. If that was a nightmare that had no power whatsoever, the pain would not have been difficult to shake off and recover, even if it had remained.

But the nightmare here was extraordinary.

Their death was as if it had happened yesterday. Because we cannot protect them as they die in battle, the suffering is multiplied and swollen, enveloping and attacking him. No matter how hard you try to protect him, you can't protect him by contradiction. All you can do with a spear is defeat the enemy. Just because you understand that reality doesn't mean a change can happen to your nightmare. It's just that they're going to override their disappointment and despair.

(Have you... given up yet?

Even when I heard Rod of Envy, he didn't feel anything. My heart is running out. Didn't even my heart wither away as a result of the continued loss in my dreams? No, that's not true. The pain is still a real feeling, and because it's painful, you're gasping for salvation. Aren't you scratching your feet?

(Quickly...)

Stirred up, he finally stood up. I have plenty of strength. Mental depletion is no big deal either. The only thing that's deep is pain. The pain accumulated by the fact that I have been having nightmares is trying to bind my mind and consciousness. If we don't shake it off, we can't take action. So he screams to shake it off.

"Armed summons!

Take the black sword embodied in the light as if an explosion had occurred and move your body forcefully with rising power. He looks right back and jumps up, sticking his sword against the wall and jumps up into the air with a kicked recoil to decide to turn around. If you land on the wall as it is, the rest is as usual. Fly through countless scaffolds, repeating the repatriation and summons, as usual.

That's how we get to the coffin hill, and we're set to do it.

Setuna reached the top of the hill and laid her hands on the coffin. Shift the lid and illuminate the inside with a flash of summons.

Also, the nightmare begins.

No, you're not.

Start a nightmare.

To get over it and break through the trials.

That's how I kept dreaming.

I had nightmares so many times, so many times, that I thought my consciousness might burn out.

Each time Setuna kept losing it. It's a dream that keeps getting your precious one killed right in front of you. What do you call that, not a nightmare? In my dreams, I'm not even allowed to fight good. Win. But it doesn't change that we keep losing it. I just keep losing it. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't have a reason, it keeps taking away. No matter how prepared you are and how much you change your consciousness, the results will remain the same.

Nightmares are nothing more than minds, nightmares.

I'm stripping Setuna of my fangs of malice, so it's impossible that the results will change.

I saw thousands, tens of thousands of deaths.

And that's stacked up like a memory of my own past, so it's not a hoarding thing. I can't stand that weight, that pain. No, it's actually bearable in the middle of nowhere. I'm stepping on it, but that, too, was really just the end of the line. If we continue with a few more nightmares, won't it break your heart and you'll never be able to get back on your feet again?

Still, we have to go on.

Still, we have to get up, get over the dark world, and go for the coffin hills.

For what?

(Will be to break through this trial)

To that end, for that only, have we seen their deaths as tens of thousands or tens of thousands? Thousands, tens of thousands of times and that they have survived their deaths?

No, and he shook his head.

(Have you gotten over it? Different)

It always has been. Every dream, any nightmare, it was. I have never lived through their deaths. All this time, I was dragging you. As a result of his continued dragging, he lost everything and eventually even lost sight of himself.

That would be so.

There's no way you can even think about losing them. There's no way I can get over it. That's not what I've been fighting for. The strength to experience it, to use it as a force, etc., Setuna did not carry it together, nor did she seek such strength. What I want is not the strength to overcome the death of one dear.

It's the strength to protect our loved ones.

What's the point of overcoming nightmares?

Isn't it just a void, such as what you get over their deaths? There's no way you can admit that, such as having to accept their deaths.

Setuna approached the black sarcophagus resting place when she reached the coffin hill. And he swung down his black sword looking for the sarcophagus.

(This stuff......!

The whole body, the black sword waved down with all-out force, broke down the lid of the sarcophagus beautifully and also destroyed the coffin itself to show. Inside, there was nothing. The only thing the black sword smashed was the sarcophagus, and there was no feeling that it had slashed something else. What was there was a definite response to the grinding of the stone, and a gaze as an obvious reaction to the deed.

(One bunk, I can't believe I'm destroying it without asking a question... I'm gonna do terrible things...)

"What the hell!

Setuna stared at the Lord of her gaze and voice echoing in her brain as she turned around, pointing her cutting-edge. There are only signs that something is standing in the dark. Sight, breathing sounds, and quiet signs would belong to Rod of Envy. I can't see clearly because this is the darkness of ignorance where it is. A dark world where everything is closed to darkness. It's like a nightmare I won't wake up to.

Everything was like a bad dream.

Everything Setuna has been experiencing, everything that makes up this world, everything.

A nightmare that follows infinitely and repeats itself forever.

(It was my bunk...)

I only found out that his gaze moved behind Setuna. I'm looking at the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus, unbroken by Setuna's rigidity, can no longer serve as a coffin. Is it first-rate irony of Rod of Envy to have that coffin as a bedroom?

Setuna gave precedence to the emotions that came up, rather than that. The thought of exploding doesn't stop.

"You weren't the one sleeping! I...!

(That's funny... you...)

Rod of Envy comes, even with a yawn.

(Aren't you tired...? I've been there... waiting for you to get there...)

"Don't lie! And you didn't have to talk to me until now!

(angry...? Could it be...)

He doesn't laugh, he reacts like he's in trouble. That makes Setuna's emotions more expensive and shakes her heart. The sight of multiple deaths burned in the back of the brain. Scenes of loss. View of despair. Countless.

"That's right! I'm mad! I'm mad at you!

(Why...?

"How could..."

Setuna grabbed her fist trembling in anger and stepped in as her emotions went.

"There's no such thing as a guy who can't see and feel anything!

Raising the roar of the whole body, Setuna was slashed by Rod of Envy.