The long sword in his hand seemed to dance, no, it was just his own hand trembling. The fear of death, probably. Everybody is like that. I don't think I'm afraid of death, but when I actually die, I feel scared after all. Calm down, you've said so much, you've said everything you need to say, and you're ready to die heroically, so let's give it a go. Maybe there's a chance, but it's great to hear something like that to yourself!

And then there was hope. It's not like that, it's weird.

I don't seem to remember the exact process, only that it seems to have been a few rounds. The collision of swords with knives. Flying sparks. The pupil is constantly moving, catching the trajectory of the opponent's blade moving at high speed. Quickly deduce the opponent's attack pattern. Know the other person's breathing rate. I have never been so focused on doing one thing, as if it has come time to watch the flowers, time has slowed down, and I have seen the trajectory of the other party's knife.

The impact of the constant collision of swords invades the flesh. After all, it can't compare to the other party's body with strange powers. The damage accumulates and penetrates deep into the internal organs. The tiger's jaw, which held the hilt of the sword, had cracked. But the fight can continue, it's not over yet. Your life isn't over yet! Hold on to the thread of a spider that falls to hell, even if you already know the end. It's still going to catch it.

Once upon a time, bleeding was just a word that had been heard. Now, I feel this pain in my own body. It was as if every piece of flesh had been squeezed. A part of yourself is talking, and it's also a good choice to end it like this, overcoming the demon's whispers. Grasp the hilt of the longsword with a blood-soaked hand. Yes, it's not time to give up yet. Stand up, you are Surtr, the ruler of the United Nations, Ocēlōtl.

Blood-stained vision. A blood clot blocked the trachea. All I could remember was the sound of blood flowing, the sound of swords and knives clashing. Gradually, the sound of his breathing seemed to be about to disappear.

All that remains is the heart that is constantly spurting blood, giving power to this dying body. Prove that you are not a corpse yet, and you can continue to fight. Come on, young man as pale as a vampire!

The long sword was cut off by the opponent's waltz-like slash, and the long sword that did not stop there slashed through the chest. A large amount of blood spilled from his chest, and his palms touched the blood. This is the last color I ever see. A blinding red cloud. Is this the color of life?

At this point, the story of rebellion is over.

All that was left was the rebel and his mercenary.

Shake off the blood that runs on the knife to avoid rust on the blade. The vampire completed his mission.

......

What follows is nothing more than the story of a traitor who regains the united nation, Ocēlōtl. There is no reason to dwell on it. What really matters is that vampire.

......

I'm the only one left in the city. So who's knocking on the door? What is the thing outside the door? The night is dark, as if everything seems so weird. The knock on the door may have been the wind or something.

The premise of all this is that there really is only one person in this city, and nothing else. Or where did all the other people go, and why was there only one person left? That's the crux of the matter.

There was not only a knock on the door, but also footsteps, and they were whispering something?

Back to the original question, why? There is only one person left. How did you decide that you were the only one left? The heart is constantly beating, fearful, and sweat glands secrete a lot of sweat. I can't help but want to hold my breath and avoid being noticed by something outside the door. Something seemed to move in the moonlight that shone through the curtains. Is it the reflection of the man standing outside the window? I can't be sure. What should I do?

The walls to lean on also looked unsafe. There's something in there that is squealing, is it a mouse? But there shouldn't be a mouse. You can't just be here, you have to flee further inside. A place where other things can't be approached. Those things that lurk in the dark cannot be touched, and the place must be completely enclosed. Luckily, this house is my own. I remember there was also a basement. Before someone outside the door breaks in. Escape into the basement.

Boom!

It is no longer possible to confirm the situation of the entrance. All they could hear was what seemed to be the sound of the door opening, and they came in. But I found out before I opened the basement door and went in. And quickly close. Find yourself to be able to start moving. All weights are placed at the door. The sound of those footsteps seemed to have increased. It's a pity that there is no such thing as a cat's eye in the basement door, otherwise I can see the outside through the cat's eye? But in fact, I don't want to look outside, so ...... It would be worse. Trust me, he'll see it.

There was a knock on the door, only this time on the basement door. The weight blocking the door shook slightly. However, it seems that the people on the outside do not have the strength to push away the heavy objects. Thank God. I can finally catch my breath, but the question arises again, how do I survive in the basement?

After a while, the knocking on the door stopped, was he gone?

With my ears on the floor, I heard footsteps drifting away. Are those things going to get out of here? In that case, I'll have a chance to go out and look for food.

Then, before they were happy, the footsteps became heavier again, and the knocking on the door became louder, and it was a heavy object knocking on the door. Damn, those people brought props like crowbars and tried to smash the door.

What to do, the basement door won't last long. They might even use an axe to chop down the door. What the hell to do?

All I can do is find a corner away from the door in the narrow space of the basement. Those who are quietly waiting do not know the appearance of orthodox plants. Finally I saw what they looked like. It was like a figure from an old camera. There is no blood color that should exist in humans, only a combination of black, white and gray. And the faint light outside seemed to be able to penetrate their bodies. It's like, ghost. Yes, it's ridiculous, but they can't think of any adjective other than ghosts. That's the only thing left of the astral body.

They were approaching, and even more noisily than the sound of their footsteps was the sound of my heart, the beating. I don't want to die!

I don't know why it's here when I pick up the metal stick next to me, but it's right next to me, is there any other choice but to take it? The metal stick in my hand was not a weapon, it was not intended to hurt others, it was just a stick-like object, and now the metal stick has become a weapon in my hand. It's just a question of whether they can be called human beings.

Armed with a metal rod, he rushed towards the ghosts that could not be called human. Use all your strength to play the best home run in my life. If you hit a hemisphere, you can definitely fly out of the field. However, it was an empty swing, passing through, and the metal rod passed through their bodies. No, they don't have a body, it's just a simple astral body. It was too late for me to realize that.

Spun around like a whipped spinning top. I couldn't organize a defensive posture at all, and even the option of running away was strangled in the cradle because of my stupid offensive ideas. The skin touched by their hands felt as cold as something in a freezer. The cold that made people shiver all over the body spread, and the teeth chattered, and there was no strength to escape, and the spirit became more and more sluggish. The meaning is moving away from itself, as if it is about to fall asleep. I can remember the days when I was trapped in the snowy mountains. It's just that this time it's more serious, so serious that I can't get up. It's not going to work anymore, as if I'm going to fall asleep. There is no strength to support this body anymore. This body has been taken over by them.

Eventually, I became one of them, wandering through the empty city, which is not quite right. Only astral bodies exist in this city, and the targets of light absorbers are all living creatures. Transform all living creatures into astral bodies like them.

This is a speed that is more terrifying than the plague, and even more difficult to stop than the frenzy of the boss.

Thankfully, however, the astral body comes out at night. I believe that the latecomers will eventually discover the weakness of the astral body, and let those of us who have become astral bodies be liberated.

This concludes the final diary. I was completely assimilated by them and no longer had an independent consciousness. Maybe at the beginning of the diary, I should have written about running away, away from the city, instead of letting them explore the secret. By the time I realized this, it was over, and I had lost the ability to write.

Four months later. This empty city by day becomes a crowded world at night, but they are piercing through each other, because there is no physical existence, they are just astral bodies. A kind of weirdness that only appears at night. It seems that this weirdness will never be solved, and the weirdness of the city will keep increasing. And then there's the next city, and into this world, maybe.

Exploration and hunting, such behaviors are constantly going on, as if reincarnation. Pick up the diary of the last survivor, and people who want to solve the problem keep coming. That's just a trick to increase the number of astral bodies. But the possibility is still there, even if it's 1 in 10,000 or 1 in a million.

Until the next person who dares to explore comes along. The secrets of this empty city will live on forever. Until the end of the man appears.