Tower of Karma

Lately, I stopped dreaming.

The last dream I had was that night when I traveled, two people who had sworn peace with their hands and hands in front of one cedar. The desire was there, a vow to them who risked their lives before nothingness to regain their survival zone, to permanently enjoy the peace offered.

That was a wish. If this were true, would there be such a pathetic history? A distant descendant defiled the land of prayer with the blood of his children, fighting over bone meat for no particular reason.

I wept at the sight. [M] Yelena surprised me, but I couldn't help crying.

I've been crying ever since that day.

I wasn't looking sweet. But there are limits to what people imagine and say. Who can imagine such a view in the world of the Pacific?

A nation is a bunch of rough stuff just by name.

They were free to like being boundaries for good. A chain of battles boiling with the rise of Dawn End. Garias', at the end of the eyes and nose of a superpower, creates, bumps and disappears various forces. Each time,

"Mom?"

There is blood in the earth.

"Don't. Wow!

The hand I reached out to was only a little, and I couldn't reach it. Mother and child died without any sin. The word I threw at the warrior, the usurper, didn't arrive, and in the end I couldn't save the two of them, scattered.

In Arcas, in Ulterior, the invisible world was there.

It's not like Garias and I haven't taken any measures. I met the crusaders many times. But whether you crush a force or not, smoke rises where another force is born and unexpected.

I hold the sword with so much power that blood seeps through it.

A tragedy that rolls in front of you. Warrior collapses belonging to Dawn End, who occupied the border settlements. A people without any sin, caught between them and the Garias Regular Army, dying without being able to escape.

"Why? They're not bad people."

An army that should be saved shoots a people that should be saved. Yelena's words, stretched out hands wander through the void without reaching anyone.

"No one can prove he's not Dawn End right now. He may have a weapon in his possession. Sorting takes time. There's no time on the battlefield like that. So kill them all together. Avoid risks, quickly, and rub out the spark. of the battlefield, correctness."

I understand the logic. If I had no feelings, if they were pawns because of what happened on the board, I would have made the same choice. So I can't say anything. [M] If it's unreasonable, I can't say anything because I understand the situation and think it's 'right', knowing it's outrageous. I don't deserve to be sad like Yelena.

"Yeah, that's pretty cool. You look just like the prince in the arrangement."

As a war-torn warrior, a war-type general approaches with a grin.

"What do you think of Dawn End, boy?

"Whatever the intent, the evil that scatters the fruits of the war on the world of the Pacific,"

"Hmm, ma'am, I'm also in a position to crush them as evil, and even if that involves the people, I don't have a choice. I'm used to killing both of them because I'm cutting them off. Woohoo, but maybe we're close to 'over there'."

I don't understand. The true story of the Garias Regular Army, the warriors of the war...

"A warrior is a fighting creature."

A hundred generals by the name of Adan watched the tragedy with a sad smile. No matter how much you slaughter, those who seek war will not disappear. Still keep slashing because it's work.

"- Don't forget just one thing. Someone else forced time to end the world of war sooner. Because of that, the world of the Pacific was born, and as a whole, it's moving in the right direction. But, you know, if you can't do it, you always get distorted. This view was born to be born. You should know that."

He knew me. Knowing it, I give advice. There's always a tragedy spreading beneath a beautiful world.

"Oh, and we haven't seen you. It would be troublesome if Lady Eleonora sprayed me. I hope he's not involved with your parents or your children, too. Haha, well, is she a victim too"

I don't care about that. I want to do something about the tragedy in front of me.

I saw a lot of death.

"Why? Even though some people are still alive!

Some villages gave in to the fear of death and offered all their own to the mercenaries. Food, hardware, village women, the end of which was a hell of a picture of many starving.

"No. Alive, but hopefully helpful, thin"

The mercenaries had already left this town.

"Huh?"

The reason...

"Because most of them are already infected."

It was obvious.

"Kan, señor? Oh, on the skin, black -"

Black spots, there is no cure, and we have to pray to God. The proof is equal to the Proclamation of Death.

"Not when you're close. Because even if you can't see the symptoms, you can't prove it's not a career. So, all, all together..."

Solemnly sealed the entry and exit of men, and there was a warrior named Banjaman in the troops that burned with the starving dead and those still alive. I guess this sight was just not a rare thing for them beyond a number of training grounds.

Just because you can't see the symptoms, there is no guarantee that you will be safe. Like the innocent people ahead, I can't prove it's okay. It would be more truthful in this case. Take the time, because even the best doctors in the world haven't proven that it's okay.

Therefore, this procedure is correct. Burning towns, the task of sequestering people and pushing people back into flames trying to escape with long objects is extremely sensible and very right. Yelena also said it was the right decision as a doctor. I understand, but I know, and I cried here. Yelena cried, too.

"I guess you young people don't get it. I know how they feel."

"About them who gave birth to this hell, are you?

I did not understand what Banjamann said.

"I don't know how to live except to fight. I've lived with one sword. I'm proud of that. Everyone is not clever enough to change their way of life. Me and them are idiots. Stupid and clumsy, I happened to have the status of a hundred generals. They didn't have it. That's the difference."

I don't understand why you feel empathy for these stupid people.

"That's not a good reason to harm others"

Is the pride and the deed a good reason to wield a tragedy? Would it be a good reason to kill people? If you want to kill them, why don't you just kill each other?

Why get involved? Why, why, why...

"I don't understand. I don't even want to understand."

I didn't understand. [M]

We slipped out of Garias. The name I've heard so many times before I got here, Dawn End. It was a journey to follow in their footsteps if they realized it. Feel as if you're attracted. I think we have to remove the culprit, the lesion, that creates this tragedy.

They are somewhere in the mountains of the multitude. Garias is not willing to reach that far. Because that's just a little further down their border. The kingdom between Valhall and Estado and El Touré overlaps.

"Al! I'll treat you here!

"Okay. From this line, not a single step through them"

It's only been three months since I traveled.

We stopped crying.

"That's a cool line and mask, you mean white knight, kid!

"Ask. Live and redeem or scatter as warriors"

"Ha! I don't know what to put on it."

I couldn't cry anymore. Because there are so many tragedies in this world that they who give birth to tragedies can only live by taking them away. That time is over.

"Oh, I know. What's so stupid about you?"

"Bonito!?

Then I guess I'll have to finish it.

"This strength, this guy recently rumored, masked, knight-"

"Alexis the Golden Knight!

I'm not used to killing you. They are the same people. But if you're hesitant enough to spread the tragedy, I'll kill you under my responsibility. I won't forget. Forget you're the only one.

Cut off his arm, take his weapon, and then snap his neck. It leaves no possibility of getting in the way of the treatment, in case. Is there a zero chance that only one person can save it?

"Fuck, man."

"What's your name?

"... it's Jude. Bonito was the first to be turned into two. It was Albero whose neck flew away in the economy. I don't regret it, but a strong man killed me, looking forward to it."

"I remember."

My neck dances. My heart hurts, but I don't hesitate. There was a life spilled by hesitation. I had also posed a danger to Yelena because of hesitation.

Sweetness, thrown away with tragedy.

"... sorry Al. There was too much blood."

"Oh well. That's a shame. … let's move on."

"Yeah, next time, save and show"

I took it back again. After stopping the bleeding with all her might and suturing it as she compressed it, her bloodwet girlfriend was already facing forward. At first, she was trembling and crying, and she got stronger, just like me.

"You heal. I'll get rid of it. of tragedy, a lesion."

What look do I have under my mask right now? hatred that swells daily against violence. Anger at yourself that you can only give back with violence against it. Now, the notion that nothing can be stopped by words.

What the hell am I looking like right now?

"Let's move on. There is an increasing frequency of rounding up tragedies. They're close."

Still, it's good to see me in this world. [M] Without looking, without knowing, the world makes the mistake of living there filled with nausea. Because I found out how stupid I was in the past.

Look at my face, old friend, what would you say? A little, I feel sorry for you.

No tears, but...

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"Ooh, frightening. What a vibe."

They dare to step into hell as if to tell of misfortune. The weakness or brittleness that I once saw on its back is also invisible to shards. When we encountered them in those two settlements, it was clear that they were strong. He was a tough opponent because he was strong and capable.

"It's out of our hands now."

The realm is no longer being reached by a single warrior.

"Ugh, less rubbing in the distance -"

Warriors who were observing at a distance that didn't even reach the bow. At a distance that could not have been perceived, gibberish, awesome killing was directed at them from under the mask.

"... Kuck, you hate me. Is it time to go back? Let's get ready for a new era. It's going to be a good war."

The gaze was directed only for a moment. As it was, his back disappeared into mountainous terrain. A young monster who has missed several times and is growing distorted each time.

And you two...

"Let it be named, kill it, kill the body on the enemy's side... the youngsters don't hesitate these days and don't like it. No more hesitation in stepping out, huh?"

The men are mindful. I don't even have to see that bear kill. That boy was a genius. I can tell by standing up. They say it's a different race than we are. That's why I inspired it. To drag us out of our sweet dreams and make ourselves a superb blade to end.

I don't need to see it again. That boy, he's done.