At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

Usually, I don't know anything.

My memories disappear when I come out, disappear when I come out, and nothing makes sense because I won't stay.

That's what I thought.

But this memory didn't go away. Hold on, it's still in your head.

I don't know the details. I don't understand the situation before and after well either. But it's true, the memories of that moment remain emotional.

Memories and emotions that came back to me when I saw those two hands together then.

A corpse that extends into sight. Many, many bodies.

I don't know the times or why. But I know. I remember.

I made this corpse. He said it was a body piled up with my hands.

Everything that moved into my eyes was the enemy. Everything was meant to be killed. Everything was the object of destruction. It was just my way to destroy it.

Adults, children, humans, animals and demons have nothing to do with it. I was cutting all my life.

I wanted to break it, and I couldn't help but break it. I couldn't forgive what created the existence of myself.

And that's what I thought when I could exercise it for granted.

Even those guys, if they're not here.

I feel sorry for you. 'Cause you and I might have been the other way around.'

"I won't. I don't know how far this guy's been willing to go. Now... don't let them get away with it."

Fear. Clear fear. The certainty and fear that the presence in front of me could kill me ran through my body.

The woman who is in conflict with herself and the man who fights as a hero who saves people.

Those two said if those two got together, they could kill me.

The hunch wasn't wrong. That woman was defeated. But the man killed me like he was after the gap.

That woman came to that spot from the start, with the intention of hitting each other. He told me not to let him get away this time.

He brought me death in exchange for his own death.

"Bullshit... don't do it...! You guys! I bet they wished! My presence! This massacre!

I'll kill you! I'll break it! They will destroy everything, you guys, etc!! Never! Never!!

Gradually, I scream a curse at them, remembering the feeling that their presence is going to be sumptuous.

Force your immobile bodies to wake up, stare at them, and exhale the curse.

I don't have the strength to fight anymore. The body that was fatally wounded by that man's power no longer regenerates. I just have to scream.

"I don't know. I really don't want anything.

It's important this way too, I've lost a lot of them. Don't think I resent you. I lost him, too. "

The man said to me, holding a dead dragon. He said he resented my existence.

Did you know about such a thing? That's all I can do from the start. I was born so this is all I can do.

I stare at the man with a grudging eye, but the man no longer leaves without looking this way.

But he stopped walking along the way and called out to us.

"Your people... well, I don't know about them, but it's only a matter of time before they're all gone."

"I don't know. I don't care what happens when you mix my power shards together."

"Ahhh. Then you disappear lonely there."

This time the man leaves without looking back at this one. I kept staring at that figure until I could no longer feel my presence.

"Master Hudunador! There he is! They were here!

"Oh, did you stay!

"But what do we do? We're low on numbers, too. Above all, we can't beat that man."

"Master Hudunador disappears like this, too. With only such shards left, it will no longer be possible to regenerate on its own"

"If I had his power, would this even happen to him?"

"Then let's sleep a lot. Let's sleep and give back our strength to this one."

"Oh, I'll make it underground, deep underground, so they won't notice. A place to regain the power of this man."

No more consciousness. However, the accumulation of records due to what was there preserves the memory of such conversations.

Memory of shards. My, my memory.