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

I'm in the dark.

I don't see anything.

I can't hear anything.

I don't know anything.

I was just certain that there was only darkness and that I was in it.

Every feeling is lost, and therefore everything is uncertain.

In the first place, is this really real?

Aren't you dreaming?

Aren't you just having a bad dream?

Because one day, you'll wake up.

One day you should wake up and have your usual morning waiting for you.

(As usual...?

Doubts arise.

What the hell kind of morning is the usual morning?

The usual streets had been lost for some time.

No, it's new. Has it gone as usual?

Everyday was replaced by unusual, and it was the unusual that became everyday.

And it was the bloody battlefield that made it my place.

So is that a battlefield if you wake up?

Maybe so.

Wherever it is, wherever it is, it is a battlefield.

Reality like hell awaits.

Then wouldn't you rather not wake up like this?

Wouldn't it be much better not to wake up and stay in the dark?

Like denying it's ridiculous, I can't find a word to deny it. If you woke up in a bloody tragedy, it would have been much better to be imprisoned in the dark.

(There's no way, what the hell)

Shake your head. I'm going to shake it. I don't have a feeling, and therefore I don't even know if my body is moving. Just consciousness. Just consciousness, I do. I guess that's why. Even the feeling of how the flesh was moving, I don't know. I can't even remember the feel of my hands and feet.

I can't even remember what I looked like.

Is my memory lost?

For this consciousness of self also melts and disappears, as it is, in the darkness?

(No kidding!

Even if I scream, I don't have a voice.

There was no sound, just a thought in my mind.

Power is lost, too, and everything is gone.

What is it with me?

I don't even care about that getting better.

Is this a curse?

Is this the power of Ashtra's curse?

He doesn't know.

Without knowing, it wasn't about me that comes to mind.

About the ones I love.

That's all I am.

Because it's my home...

looked up all the time, there was darkness.

It is not dark darkness. The comatose darkness was the dominant space, not without light.

The sea that returns dark waves. I guess the light reflected between the waves is proof of the presence of light in this dark world, but I didn't know where the light was and where it was pouring from. It's darkness. Everywhere may be covered in darkness, but surely there is light.

The light is making us recognize this seaside.

Seaside.

It's by the sea.

The gray sandy beach continues everywhere, where dark waves strike. The black rocky landscape at the corner of such a seaside is a distortion in itself, and the oddly shaped rock plays both a role and a role in creating a unique world. Dark world. Dark seaside.

The sound played by the dark waves sounds quietly and irregularly in his ears. No discomfort, rather comfortable. It's like wrapping your body and mind around you and washing them away.

But don't give yourself up there. Do not leave your mind to it.

This is a trial.

Last trial.

As soon as he jumped into the last door, he was thrown out into a place like this. For a moment, it must have been because of that distraction. This has happened many times before. Nothing surprises me.

Sights like different worlds can also be said to be familiar in some ways. Of course, it's a different view from previous trials, but I don't question the very fact that this space is an area isolated from hell.

It was an ocean of desire, a coffin graveyard, an angry earth, a love hotel, and a venue for the Great Eating Games.

The dark seaside is more, rather, closer to hell.

Nevertheless, this beach held in darkness was unsettling. The brilliant light between the waves I push and return tells me that it is not in complete darkness, but nevertheless, I was lonely and was about to be crushed by loneliness.

If there was no one but myself, all I could hear was the sound of the waves, and I felt like that, that they were going to take everything to that wave sound.

Everything means exactly what you say.

Consciousness, flesh, mind, soul, everything.

So I've been enjoying it for a while, see if it made sense.

"Well done. You've come this far."

It was then that I heard a low voice as I broke the waves.

"Temple of the Divine Arrow"

When I wondered if the sea level of darkness had torn in two, massive water splashes rose high in the air, from which the Lord of the Voice appeared.

That, at first glance, seemed like condensed darkness itself, but gazing and observing showed that he was a person who wrapped black clothes that were more dizzying and deeper than dark sea surfaces and water splashes. Person. As you can imagine from a low and distorted voice, he was taking on the look of an old man.

I don't know if that's what it really is, if it's a tentative beginning, or if it's a false appearance.

Either way, there is no mistake in being the creator and examiner of this trial space. If not, then what is it?

(No... is there a possibility of someone else)

Remember the Edge of Thurst trials and rethink your thoughts.

but the old man in black, nestled to float at the surface of the sea, looked familiar, as did his voice. Should I say that memory was evoked by the stimulation of hearing and vision rather than by confidence in memory?

If you stop by the dug up memories, the old man who makes only his eyes shimmer was a mask of dispersal, for example, consistent with the Lord of Trials.

Because you've survived five trials so far, and that final one should belong to the Mask of Dispers.

Now if the organizers of this trial were something else altogether, that would mean that they don't know what it is.

Setuna looked into the eyes of the old man, shining red, and asked.

"You're the Mask of Dispair?

"Some call it that."

The old man, affirming Setuna's presumption, created a particularly sinister look with his wrinkled face. But if you look closely, you can see that your face is in order. He had a clear nose and plenty of hair. Dark hair and red eyes can be described as a common denominator with other family members. Besides, black outfits than darkness may also be a common denominator of the families.

I am a member of the staff of the Demon King.

Is it not inevitable to symbolize darkness and black?

"In Ils-Valle, Craig Zem-Midnas called me that. That's why you called me that, too. There are many other names that speak of me. Often I become so called. the mask of despair, and"

He shook his head a little unfortunately.

"Well, where I mourned, there will be no way. That's our no-go. Our definition. Our fate. You can call it existential."

"Existential…"

"The thoughts put in the name of Mask of Dispair are the significance and reason for my being. Just as Lance of Designer is. As the Axe of Ambition is. As is all of our families."

And he saw this one with a desperate look.