The corridor is long and dark, as if there is no end.

There is only a faint light of fire, occasionally jumping around the corner, as if it is a cloud of ghost fire, wandering in confusion, reflecting the relief on that side even more weird and mysterious.

More often than not, it's the lampholder that runs out of oil, placed haphazardly in the corner of the corner, allowing its former territory to be occupied by darkness.

But in fact, the darkness has long been unable to stop Kazama's pace.

The slightly scarlet vision is surprisingly clear and bright.

It was a strange power, a power that suddenly awakened the moment it raised its feathers in the wind and touched the blood.

Inside, there is a strange uneasiness, slowly squirming, but at this moment, Kazama Yangyu cares more, obviously not this kind of power of his own, but the red hair that is spreading in front of him.

Like a mischievous goblin, and like a fleeting ghost, it quickly swept towards the depths of the corridor.

I don't know why, I don't know why.

The only thing Kazama can do is perhaps follow in her footsteps.

Even if it is a trap, it will step into it without hesitation.

However, what awaited him in the end was not a trap.

Rather, a city.

Empty, city.

Solemn, solemn, yet colorful.

It slept silently in the darkness, completely unaware of Kazama's arrival.

And Kazama Yangyu, he didn't want to wake up its sweet dream, just watched it rise little by little.

There was colored sand that slipped from the twin sand and slid down onto the huge sand city that was already colorful enough.

From gold, to orange, from orange, to light blue, from light blue, to red...... Little by little, it seems to be one after another, but it is extremely precise.

Colorful sand dots colorful dots, and colorful dots create colorful cities.

This huge sand city, in this seemingly slow rhythm, is expanding little by little.

Obviously, it should be a very slow rhythm, and it should be a subtle change.

But the fine sand was indeed piled up like this, and it was piled up into a huge sand city with a radius of several miles.

And it was the ...... who completed this huge project Er.

That, the woman who has been running in front of her, the woman who was still talking to her just now.

At this moment, she was alone, slowly sketching this sand city of her own, as if she had been here since the beginning and had never left.

"You're here......"

Turning his head slowly, his red eyes looked slightly deep in the same red vision.

But what Kazama cares about is obviously not these.

"You...... Is it really Erer? ”

Already, doubts.

Not just suspicious of the other party, but more suspicious, reality.

But the intense pain in his arm made Kazama realize clearly that this was not a dream.

"Otherwise, who do you think I would be?"

With a slight chuckle, the answer to the question was a different question.

Without looking back, he said to himself.

"I've been painting this city for a long, long time, and I've been painting it for so many years, and finally, it's almost finished."

Volleying in the air, he slowly walked from the edge of the city to the center of the city, and the colorful sand, just like that, extended with the shadow.

It seems to be a series of overly elegant footprints, dotted in the deep colors of memory.

Then, finally, it stopped.

"Want to try it? This last stroke. ”

Looking back for a moment, Erer stood high on the top of the sand city, and in his red eyes was the gaze of invitation.

"Uh......"

Although, there are too many doubts, although, there are many things to say.

But at this time, it really shouldn't be, so I don't understand the amorous feelings......

Kazama raised his head and nodded slowly.

Thin Wing vibrated lightly and flew cautiously towards the top of the sand city, fearing that if he used his strength, he would destroy this huge work of art.

hand, was gently pulled.

There was sparkling sand that slipped down from those slender fingertips.

Straight into the palm of Kazama Hiroha.

It was a colorful sand, mixing all the colors together.

"Alright, let's get started."

"......, speed or something...... position, position or something......"

"Don't worry about it that much, just draw it the way you like. To draw the pattern in your heart, to embellish, the color in your heart. ”

Even so......

Kazama Yangha's face couldn't help but show a look of embarrassment.

But his fingertips still struggled to pick up a pinch of fine sand.

"Relax. The tighter you grasp many things, the less you will hold. ”

It was obviously a joke-like word, and it was a smiling expression, but Kazama's heart trembled violently.

The fingertips that were trembling because of nervousness instantly stabilized.

The colorful sand, as if sticky, rested on his fingertips.

Then, slowly, scattered from the air.

Like a small sand waterfall, shining slightly in this lightless world.

A little, a little.

Fall on top of the great sand city.

Then, with a bang, it collapsed.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, when the last grain of sand quietly fell on the sand city.

The majestic, magnificent, colorful city of sand collapsed like this.

Without asking, without waiting, he took care of himself, from a rare work of art in the world, to a pile of decay.

The sand of all colors fled desperately, making a "rustling" roar, like a snack, and like a curse.

In the end, finally in the unwillingness, gradually merged.

"Ahh Right...... I'm sorry! I...... I ......"

Even the words "I didn't mean to" were no longer able to speak, Kazama Hiroha looked at his feet with a blank face, and for a moment, his face was like earth.

"No apologies, no regrets."

"Uh......"

In his ears, calm words came, and Kazama raised his head sharply, but what he saw was a face as pale as a floating cloud.

Although, it is also expressionless, but that kind of indifference is a cold and different existence. If the former is exclusion, then the latter is undoubtedly inclusion.

"Because, this is the city of sand - the mandala, the final destination."

"The Last ...... Homecoming? No, mandala?! ”

Kazama raised his feather, and suddenly understood something.

"Yes, Mandala. Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of accumulation, a moment of prosperity blooming, and then, in an instant, scattered into mud. The moment the mandala is built, that is, the moment it is destroyed. ”

Although I have heard of the practice of "mandalas" in Buddhist Tantra, when Kazama Yangyu saw with his own eyes that the prosperity that had accumulated for many years collapsed in an instant, the shock in his heart was still indescribable.

It's like, that out there...... The royal capital?

Kazama suddenly understood something, turned his head, and looked straight towards Er.

"No, it's not just Wang Cheng, it's our Er family, too."

As if she knew what Kazama was thinking, the woman next to her suddenly lowered her head and looked low at her feet.

Kazama raised his feathers and quickly followed his gaze.

The thin wing, which was originally fanning at a constant speed, suddenly froze, and his body was crooked, and he almost fell down.

Stabilizing his body in front of him, Kazama Yangyu gasped fiercely.

Because, under his feet, where the mandala was originally located, at this moment, there was no longer half a grain of sand.

In its place, there is a purgatory-like scene.

Pale blood stains, white bones, unknown organs that have long been dried...... And more of them are the same as those in the corridors, reliefs...... No, at this moment, the squares that are densely arranged on the ground may be called sculptures, and it is more appropriate......

"The mandala, the legend is the place where the gods dwell, and I use it to bury my people. Because, in the age when there is no God, it is only human beings themselves who can save mankind. And this family that once saved mankind in place of God is our ...... Er's family! ”

As he said this, the walls around him suddenly began to collapse violently.

Like the fierce soldiers before the war, low-key and urgent, people can't help but be high-spirited.

It seems that what is about to unfold in front of you is the magnificent battlefield, and the array on the battlefield is the mighty and majestic army.

At that moment, Kazama saw that behind the collapsed wall, it slowly appeared, like a huge phalanx, like a formation in the empty square, the creator.

and that majestic figure standing tall like a king.

"That's ...... Creator?! ”

Kazama raised his feathers, and suddenly remembered the strange pictures not long ago.

"Yes, that is the only existence that can make people enter the divine realm with the body of a mortal."

said lightly, on the beautiful side face, a strange arc suddenly rose.

And the red eyes became more and more red.

Not even the darkness can hide its brilliant light.

Erer, just like that, step by step towards the creator.

The long tattered robe slipped from her point, revealing the white straps that were wrapped around it.

There was a faint ghostly light, which came out from between the straps, and in an instant, it turned into a butterfly shadow.

On the other hand, the creator who had been silent suddenly seemed to wake up, bursting out with a burst of brilliant brilliance.

At that moment, all the creators slowly moved, as if there were countless lives that had awakened after thousands of years of silence.

"Boom!"

One-step.

"Boom!"

Two steps.

"Boom!"

Three steps.

The heavy pace, neatly aligned, if the mountains collapse, shocking people's souls.

Hundreds of creators, just like that, step by step, walked towards Kazama.

"So, let's get started!"

"Wait! Wait a minute! And me! ”

In the distance, a figure stumbled running.

"Is it over?"

Slightly, somewhat unexpectedly, I looked back.

After all, it was only ten minutes from the time he came out to the time he met Su Yu.

"Huhu...... Reluctantly, sort of...... But,Soft,It seems to be a little tired.,But,Even if it's not soft.,I can fight.,Don't underestimate me! ”

Glaring at the two of them with slight anger, Si Fuyi stated solemnly.

The unexpectedly serious expression amused the other two, and they instantly burst out laughing.

"Haha, let's come together!"

"Uh-huh!"

Nodding heavily, he drew his sword.

For a time, the three sharp swords, supporting each other, radiated a bright light in the morning light of Luodu.

Like, a rising morning star.

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After all, it would be nice to have something that would be good if there was nothing, and it would be because there was no such thing as a desperate effort......

One day you will understand that kindness is more rare than being strong......

Don't limit your desires according to your abilities, but improve your abilities according to your desires

The time of judgment has come, and this is the time of fate!

Isn't it like sand in your hand? The tighter you grip. The less you hold......