BGM: Blue Trail

Time turns.

The sky began to turn black in patches, killing the red of the setting sun layer by layer.

A huge black flame tornado swelled uncontrollably in the court of Silos, like a swollen monster.

The black clay figure was long gone, but his aura still permeated the room.

Bend your legs and turn around.

Pale blue ripples spread out underfoot.

Suzune's left hand holding the knife rubbed the hilt, and he looked up at the huge natural disaster that had toppled the Eight Desolations, but he seemed to be looking down.

Immortal and immortal?

The significance is unclear,

And it makes no sense.

The intensity is too low.

Without saying a word, the girl raised her left hand above her head.

The black and white eyes reflected the tornado, which had shrunk countless times, and the pale blue starlight was like a sea coming up from the ground, drowning the continent little by little.

Starlight covered the land, drowning tornadoes and rising like fireworks.

The breath of longing.

Suzune raised her sword and looked at the center of the tornado, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.

The other party is not dead, and it can even be said that he is still alive.

But..

From that thing, she could see something like longing.

Distorted black mud - but with a very clear direction.

Magpie.

Want to convey something?

- "Swinging the Knife"

In a trance, the magpie's voice remembered in his heart.

The girl's black hair fluttered, endless blue condensed in her eyes, and blue starlight suddenly rushed towards the short knife.

The world suddenly darkened, and a brilliant blue streamer lit up from the dark space, and a blue-white glow flashed.

The next moment, the sun shines again, and the blue fades away like a dream.

The huge tornado froze in mid-air, motionless.

The swirling clouds and currents of high air ceased to flow, and the black flames gradually extinguished.

Slash consciousness, slash flow, slash existence.

The girl slowly retracted the knife, and her movements were relaxed and freehand.

———— "Hiss~~"

A large amount of white smoke rose from the stagnant whirlpool of air currents, and the inactive flames turned back into mud-like things, "popping" like rain.

Black mud,

Torrential down.

Suzune stood in the shadow of the black rain and looked high into the sky.

In the center of the black mud, a complete human form is gradually revealed.

Is this the ontology?

The next moment, the pale blue ripples spread, and the girl's figure appeared in the sky, elegant and handsome.

The clothes flipped and flew, and the knife was held downward in his backhand.

In the high sky beyond the reach of the black mud, Suzune stabbed down with a knife without any fancy swords.

Stab at a living person.

It's not black mud.

It's a living person.

A living person wrapped in black mud.

You can see the pale face that has not yet had time to inject fear into the eyes.

Immature and fragile, like a baby's blank expression.

Ahhhh

It's no different from the people I saw back then.

That is, the eyes of the dying man.

It is like a child who was born without knowing suffering and does not understand what death is, and jumps off a cliff with the pure desire to see what it is.

I want to see that expression.

Death.

Don't you long for death?

Relaxed, comfortable, eternal sleep.

A smile unconsciously floated to the corners of his mouth, and there was an indescribable cruel beauty.

————

The transparent tip of the knife reflects the sunlight and easily cuts through the skin, tearing muscle fibers and bones apart, and stabbing out from the other side.

"Wow"

It's like an instinctive action.

Without hesitation, the girl swirled her left hand and smoothly cut through a diagonal rift along the way.

A huge wound appeared in front of him from the chest and abdomen to the right, and it looked like a cloth bag that would break in half at any moment.

The blood bloomed like a bright flower, and a beautiful fan was drawn in mid-air with the girl's knife swing.

Red, the blood of the living shone in the sun.

Time seems to slow down in this moment.

His eyes widened, and then his pupils began to dilate.

True, this injury does not die immediately.

Even if you lose more than half of your body mass, you can still maintain a certain level of sobriety and sanity.

What's more, it's cut in half?

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How merciful.

Instead of cutting his heart and lungs directly, Suzune surgically cut through the diaphragm with precision, cutting the pancreas and liver one after the other, as well as several sections of his intestines.

So it should be able to live for a while.

The girl did not look at the fallen man, her fingers rubbing the blade that had not been stained with blood, and a familiar feeling welled up in her heart.

Familiar throbbing.

It's as if something that has long been tired of has been revived again.

Memory.

Memories that seem far away.

Can kill restless and confused kills.

An entertainment program that can dispel hesitation and hesitation.

What you desire, I'll help you destroy them one by one.

What you cherish, I'll help you crush slowly.

The future you are looking forward to, I will trample it all for you.

In a trance, Suzune remembered her former self.

From the very beginning, he has reached a dead end, and even the hunting behavior that sustains his existence has begun to get tired.

There should be something else right.

What else.. Something that won't be broken.。。

It's worth it for me to go - even if I'm qualified ...

"Magpie... ”

Murmured.

The confused heart became clear and palpable again.

I'm not going to waver anymore.

It's just me. Only I can monopolize magpies.

Magpies are my belongings.

To be able to generate the very idea of "for whom to live" is arrogant and wrong enough.

It often leads to tragedy and falls into a dead end of self-contradiction.

But I...

I want to jump off a cliff.

It shouldn't be over yet.

I'm willing to believe it again.

It's okay to be a little greedy, right?

Not for the ideal, not for the future.

The only thing that sustains us is desire itself.

Therefore everything that is said and done is righteous.

The past is devastated, and the future is elusive.

We only have the present.

It's better to start than to end, isn't it?

I want to see the world beneath the cliff.

A story in the fog.

You under the cliff.

Only you.

Now, there's only magpies.

Tell me?

I want to go to your side.

Want to know more.

Want to be more with you.

The girl tilted her head and looked at the dark blue night sky.

Eyes full of hope that I have never had.

There was no black flame, no starlight.

The sun has sunk and the stars cannot be seen.

Just the simple sky.

It's not enough.

I'm going to make it (him) dye my color.

The next moment, the light of the stars poured down.

A shining blue-and-white cross-star appeared high in the sky above the court of Siloth.

The cold and beautiful starlight radiates to half of the main material plane, eternal and radiant.

The blue starlight was like a knife light, cutting through the chaotic diaphragm of the main material plane, and the tenacious light penetrated the outer side of the fetal membrane of the world.

From the outside, it looks like a half-open sphere of chaos that glows inside.

This is the power of desire, the primordial thought.

It's the light from below the cliffs.