Illimitable Until Death

--Misaki City.

It is a city that is quite large in the county and famous for its unique landscape.

This city is characterized by a very orderly distribution.

In the north and south of the city, there is a river flowing through the centre of the city.

The east side of the river is an urban, functionally intensive business district.

The western side of the river is the residential area of the mansion.

On the other hand, connecting the east and west sides of the city is a spectacular bridge.

This iron bridge is called the Misaki Bridge.

As for the name of the river, it's called the True South River.

In a residential area just west of the Yuzaki Bridge in Shinanchuan, an apartment is located in the corner next to the main road.

Apartments are of the rental type, not small or large, similar to dormitories, with many and many rooms.

At this moment, in this apartment, the door of one of the rooms was gently pushed open.

The person who came out of this room, that's the square.

“Is this Misaki? ”

From the apartment, he came down to the road, raised his head and looked in the direction of the Misaki Bridge, but because the sun was situated on the other end of the bridge, he was struck by the dazzling sun. He had to squint his eyes slightly and flank his head.

Raise your hand and stand in front of yourself, staring forward as you stare into the staring sun.

It's just in the morning.

After all, the sun is just east of Misaki City, and it cannot be intended to descend, but just rise.

The morning sun shines from the sky, illuminating the entire Misaki Bridge, illuminating the True South River, making the river surface sparkle and look unusually bright.

From this alone, it can be seen that the city of Misaki is famous for its unique landscape and is not notorious.

“Am I in the world of Burning Shana? ”

Mumbling in the side.

The reason for this feeling is simply because the Zero Hour Mini, worn virtually armed by the square on the accessory bar, is flashing a faint light.

It's like going back to the mother, to the homeland.

This feeling is passed directly to the holder, the square itself.

And that's why that's what this feels like.

With this feeling, the square lifts up the pace and slowly moves forward.

The morning in Misaki is not very lively.

At the very least, in residential areas, only people who come out of a building's dwelling are travelling, and although the number is quite small, it is not too loud.

These people, some young women with bamboo baskets, bags, ready to go grocery shopping.

These people, some of them in suits, with bags and white collars ready to go to work.

These people, some of them leisurely, empty-handed, ready to run in the morning.

These people, some of them uniformed, backpacked, ready to go to school.

All kinds of people are in or out of a surrounding house, or entering, creating a landscape where people come and go.

Walking down the road, the eyes in the corner were constantly staring at the people around them, and the light was shining in their eyes.

Perhaps in the flow of people here, only the square can see it?

Seeing that group burning flames.

It is a flame that does not carry any temperatures and presents a shade of blue.

Flames can be very strong or very weak, as if different candles were lit, dotted and burning slowly.

It's just that these flames, the odd part, are not in color, but in the way they exist.

They are all in people's bodies.

Not everyone has it.

However, in the flow of people wiping their shoulders, a number of people are burning such flames.

And these people, some very ordinary, some deathly tired, impeccable, both eyes walking on the road.

The former belongs to individuals whose flames are still very strong.

The latter belong to those whose flames are already very faint.

Looking at the flames, they started whispering to themselves.

“Is that the torch? ”

The square knows.

All of these people who burned the flames in their bodies are dead.

Yes, it is.

Dead.

Because of the cruelty of being from another world.

That's right.

Another world.

At the other end of the world, there is a different world.

It is a "red world" - a "red world" - that is generally present in this world's "inaccessible neighborhood".

Naturally, humans in general cannot get there, let alone there.

And in the Red World, there is life.

The life there is called the "Red Apostle" or "Apostle".

That's a completely different life from human beings.

The difference here is not in appearance, but in strength.

Unlike the general public, the Red Apostle is a group of people with power.

After learning of the existence of the real world in which humankind lives, many "disciples" in the Red World want to do anything in this world for their own desires.

However, the world belongs to mankind.

Like an apartment already full of people, there is no place for the rest of the outsiders.

So the Red Apostle cannot exist naturally in this world.

With this in mind, in order to exist in this world, the Red Apostle maintains survival and strength by absorbing people's "presence".

Without "being," the Red Apostle would not be able to manifest himself in this world, let alone use his power.

That is why the so-called "power of being" is meant to be the power of being and to sustain the energy of everything in the world.

By constantly devouring the power of human existence, the Red Apostle transforms it into a fire of soul, thereby remaining in the world and doing whatever he wants.

And those who are devoured will naturally be wiped out, even by existence itself, in a way that is not remembered by anyone and leaves no trace in any corner of the world, completely disappeared.

The so-called torch means that the forces of existence are devoured, leaving only a few residues, set in the world as a substitute.

Since the sudden disappearance of a pre-existing life creates contradictions that distort the world and affect the balance between the present and the Red World, many hope that this balance can be maintained and that the existence of a breakdown between the present and the Red World can be mitigated by setting a torch so that they can continue to exist in the world.

Of course, the torch is just a substitute, and a little residue of force, like a flame, will eventually go out.

So, all these individuals who burn their souls are dead and will disappear sooner or later.

In other words, at this moment, all kinds of "death" abound around the square.

The square stopped.

A pair of eyes have long been replaced by ice-blue demonic eyes.

"Dead" world, printed in that pair of demon eyes.