Me and the witch (Kanagi) girl had to lean in and leave themselves to the red thread.
The mucus that fills the upper, lower, left, and right - the King of the Dark - becomes more and more wild, increasing the pressure. The feeling of being able to tighten the whole body should be considerably reduced by the barrier of the mental barrier (mindwall).
Still, the brilliance of silver is gradually fading.
"Don't worry. If I have to, I will return you to this world even if you risk your life."
The witch said gently.
She won't be the one to tell you to rest, so I guess she has her back.
But I want to avoid things that make this beautiful creature 'risk its life'.
If the original rule of 'D&B' is that the energy of the spell cannot run out during the duration, but does that mean that the power of the Dark King is so powerful?
In any case, the barrier will be lost as it is and me and the witch will be assimilated into this sea of mud.
"Do you still want to try that hand (...) here...?
"Wizard."
A witch (Kanagi) raised her voice as she conceived that she could somehow overshadow her dreaded future expectations.
Seems more in a hurry than earlier.
"Is that supposed to be a cave?
"Mm... oh"
See where the girl points.
There were black holes in some of the infinitely spreading sea of mucus. The red thread was also stretched out of its hole.
A cave would mean the contact between this world and the real world, that cave we came down from the 'door'.
If there are witches that I could not discern but are experts, I have to believe them.
Fortunately, the black hole pulled in by the red thread led to that cave.
"Pfft."
Sa, hurry up.
Besides, the inside of the cave was not full of mucus.
Me and the witch run out the cave with their own legs.
Was this the limit for mucus to come up, or stayed at the end of the cave (the point where we have surfaced).
"You seem to have shaken it off, sir?
"No, that's..."
I tried in advance to stop the whining of a witch who seemed relieved while running.
but.
"Giggly!"
"Ghhhhhhh!"
A voice I could hear in a way slaps me on the back.
If I switched, countless demons were crawling up from the abyss of red tea and black mucus.
"This is it."
"I knew it"
Somewhere in my head I expected this development I took a witch's hand and speeded up my legs.
Again and again, this is the spiritual world of the dark.
Walking all the way through a poorly footed uphill cave doesn't exhaust the flesh.
Me and the witches are feeling tired right now because they are draining the power of the spirit.
In short, when you run out of energy, you can't move, and you're captured by a bunch of demons chasing you like rage from behind.
Needless to say, there is no 10-second respite to use spells, and there is no guarantee that non-psychic spells will work.
"Giggy!"
"Gigg! Gia!
Dropped with mucus, the dark dark-skinned demons are approaching as they push each other.
I'm not even willing to count the numbers.
If the one turns, two or three ghosts step on it and come forward.
All the time, this guy stretched his arms out to catch us as soon as possible, spreading his saliva and walking.
"... try it"
"What?"
I made up my mind when I stared for a few seconds at the brunette of a concurrent girl messing around and dancing, and I found something there that I expected.
Let's try what you just thought.
"Sorry."
Apologize a word and pick up a small hair ornament from her head.
"Master Wizard, what?
The bewilderment of witches is natural, but I don't have time to answer.
I headed to a herd of impending darkness behind my back and threw my hair ornaments away.
"Gah."
"Geaaaaa!"
The reaction of the demons was dramatic.
In the hair ornament that fell to the ground on the head united face, the demons start swarming and snatching each other together.
"Ggaa! Gaoooo!
How appealing is the hair decoration, or does it misrepresent us as such?
Anyway, they seem enthusiastic about snatching hair decorations and attacking each other and forgetting to track them down.
"Yikes."
"Dear Wizard, what the hell is this..."
"I'll explain later."
I held my fist in the middle of anticipation, but at the same time I was convinced that this would not allow me to escape.
He hurries up a witch who rounds his eyes to surprise and rushes up a hill that feels endless.
... Says the ancient clerk.
Izanagi, who picked up the dead Izanami to the Land of Yellow Springs, would eventually escape and be chased by the Yellow Springs Ugly Woman. At this time, Isanagi succeeded in escaping after the pursuit of the Yellow Springs Ugly by throwing three curses, namely hair decorations, jaws and peaches.
It is one of the universal motifs of the myths and old stories of the world, "The Cursed Runaway Tan".
"Same situation as this, you did it in" The Call of Cthulhu "before. Wow"
"Huh?"
For me and my fellow TRPG, who were studying mythological legacies in vain while creating elaborate scenarios and original worlds, it's a good knowledge to be familiar with at the earliest.
But does the mythical typology of the Earth work in this world?
That was an element of uncertainty, but the existence of a myth with the same structure as the Earth's "Minotaur exorcism of Theseus," called "Orlol and Callis," reasoned that the same hand (...) could be used as Isanagi.
"There are no peaches... how about this one?"
The time I earned from hair decorations wasn't that long.
Again for the Darks who have begun their furious pursuit, the next curse...... throws the Guardian Ring (Protection Ring) + 5 that I was wearing on my finger.
If it was to reproduce the myth strictly, I'd have at least had a good outfit related to the head, but 'throwing three things' matters anyway.... at least that's what happens on Earth's story typology.
"Gear alru!"
"Giggle! Giggle!
Looks like I got another read.... Well, if you're going to be humble, you can also call it 'optimistic hope'.
Anyway, the Darks jumped on the ring just like they did when they decorated their hair and started taking each other away.
"... Wizard, how the hell do you know this...?
"No, just give me a minute. Hard to explain…"
Give me this far and I'll just throw another curse.
While flushing a witch question that wouldn't hide my consternation. But I was in a hurry.
It is desirable to wear some kind of spell to throw.
But other than the ring I threw earlier, I didn't have any of those items with me.
Even if I look around at the witch, I'm not wearing anything that I can throw off right away.
It's a thing when it comes to masks and yarn wheels, but when I take these two off, I feel like I'm going to have another problem.
If this is the real world, there are backpacks (infinity bags) that crawl complaining about not looking good but don't let go of their skin, and there are piles of items in them.
Hate, I haven't even done such an extra image of an item to do the highly challenging spiritual task of projecting myself into the consciousness of the dark.
So there's nothing to explore the pocket of the robe or the inner calf of the sleeve...... no?
"Geeeaaa!"
As a result of the rather unusual behavior of wandering your body while running, it has shrunk to a few meters between us and the dark.
"Wizard, the earliest ever......!
"... cum"
Screaming like a witch was ready for something, but pulling out the 'thing' I touched at my fingertips and throwing it backwards was ahead of her taking action.
"Things" dance with "Hilarious" between us who run away and the dark ones who chase us.
I didn't know who I was when I touched it, but the white, square cloth cut.... was a handkerchief.
Unlike the two earlier curses, the moment one of the demons, who has stuffed the handkerchief with a blind eye and a distance, touched me to get rid of it.
A blinding glow was created.
"Geaaaaaaa!?
"Kugiyaaaa!?
The handkerchief spreads into the cave as it loses its shape and becomes an explosive stream of light.
That light, warm and gentle to me, had a lethal effect on the dark.
It dissolves, collapses, and extinguishes in the order in which it is swallowed by light from the leading darkness.
"O wizard!
"Whoa!?
There was no discomfort, no fear, but me and the witch get drunk by the light.
A feeling of light slipping into your brain, like you're about to wake up from sleep.
Yes, I remember.
That was the first day I transferred to this world (Sedia). It's a handkerchief I've been carrying with me since I borrowed it from Mora, whom I met in prison, out of time to return it.
It was the shadow of a white girl standing between me and the dark with her hands spread out that burned onto the retina as the amount of light exceeded the allowable limit and nearly lost consciousness.