Kalt crossed over the collapsing landscape and took a step toward the outside of the world. The steps taken are light. Kalt thought that perhaps he should express it as having no power.
“······.”
I liberated my teacher and achieved my wish to surpass him. Although he had achieved his long-awaited wish, Kalt was now feeling somehow empty.
Refreshment, the lightness of having a burden lifted, and the sense of accomplishment that one’s goal has been achieved. What seeped between them was a bit of emptiness.
···Purpose and wish are originally like that.
Kalt laughed bitterly.
If you take a long breath and take a step forward, you will see where Kalt was originally standing. The beginning of Alkeia, a land for non-believers. A vast meadow where the gate of a huge temple lies.
The sun was still up in the sky.
A cool wind was blowing from somewhere.
Kalt, who was looking around at the scenery that did not fit the abyss at all, inadvertently took a deep breath. The grassland was full of corpses of demonic beasts. A pile of shit piled up like a mountain. The smell of blood mixed with the blowing wind. And blood flowing through the furrows…
When I looked through the blood, there was a paladin sitting in front of the temple door.
“You’re finally here.”
Shattered armor. Clothes stained red with blood. Human blood is everywhere, as much as the blood shed by the demonic beast. Sitting at the end is a superman holding a sword with a red cross.
“Welcome, brother.”
Cariot of immortality.
He waved his hand with a cigarette in his mouth. Kalt smiled bitterly and walked towards his Kariot.
“I guess you managed to get rid of everything.”
“It’s actually a battle of persistence. How many times have you died? “I don’t think I’ve stopped counting since it was over double digits.”
Kariot chuckled and let out a long breath.
Chiik, burning tobacco and rising gray smoke.
“The door wouldn’t open.”
The temple’s door is tightly closed.
Kariot said, pointing behind me.
“While the fight was in full swing, the temple shook and something caught on the door. “After the fight, I tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t open.”
“···Is that so.”
“Well, even if we can open it, it seems like it will be difficult to join.”
Broken weapons were scattered everywhere.
Even the vines wrapped around Kariot’s red cross sword were dried and twisted. Kariot, who was pointing at them, twirled his finger and pointed at Kalt.
“I think it’s the same for you, too.”
This is Kalt, completely disfigured and covered in blood.
It’s surprising that he didn’t lose consciousness right away. Seeing Kariot’s gaze as if asking if she was still alive, Kalt shrugged her shoulders.
“I can move, but I don’t think I can swing the sword. “I feel like I’ve exhausted all my stamina.”
“But my limbs are still intact.”
“That’s right.”
“······.”
“······.”
A moment of silence.
Kariot broke the silence and opened his mouth.
“Did you send it off safely?”
“Yes, fortunately.”
“Do you want a ride? “Brother.”
“Good.”
Chiik, tak.
“······.”
“Whoa,” Kalt let out a long breath.
Kalt, who was looking at the rising cigarette smoke, suddenly wiped the corners of his eyes. Cariot asked nothing and Kalt said nothing. After a moment, Kalt opened his mouth.
“…He was a great person, until the end.”
Kalt muttered.
This is not something anyone tells you to listen to. Kalt monologued. Thinking over my teacher’s last words.
“Really.”
What flashes before my eyes is Kuntel’s last appearance. The sight of Kuntel tearing off the vines wrapped around my body, patting my shoulder and smiling.
“That was great, Kalt.”
Kalt laughed as he thought about that one word.
···The mission given to Kalt was to subdue Kuntel, the apostate’s masterpiece. After doing his part, Kalt turned his head and looked at the entrance to the temple. His own fight was over. However, their performance may not be over yet.
Boom, boom.
The shaking interior of the temple.
Inside, the fight continued.
2.
Kelhalm, the madman, looked ahead.
There is a lake of curses that overflows. There was an obstacle blocking the path of the child standing behind him. Kelhalm monologues while looking at the old disaster.
It is the role of the senior to open the way for the junior.
That was his role as a teacher and senior.
This is not the stage for that child, he is the person suited for this stage. Now was the time to keep the promise. The vow I couldn’t keep that day.
···But, how?
Kelhalm’s reason asked a question.
Your body is not what it used to be. The mana I have has decreased… and even if I were in my prime, I don’t think I would be able to blow away all of this old junk.
Impossible. Lack of ability. A goal out of reach.
Reason asked how on earth we were going to bridge this huge gap between the possible and the impossible. Kelhalm did not answer that question.
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“iced coffee.”
Instead of answering, I laughed.
Because it was a question not worth answering.
‘The answer is fixed.’
···To reach the unreachable, to make the impossible possible, wizards have always made a deal. A price has been paid to the stars in the sky.
“Balance.”
It is far from a prayer or invocation.
To gain power by paying a price.
Even here, a land reserved for non-believers because it is far from faith, the star answered Kelhalm’s call. A platinum-colored scale appeared in front of Kelhalm.
A cracked, rusted scale.
It is a scale that reached its limit over a hundred years ago. That ungainly form is as if you are looking at yourself in the present. With that thought in mind, Kelhalm grabbed the scales.
“I offer it.”
“What,” asked the star.
“Everything,” Kelrhalm answered.
“It’s okay if I can’t use magic anymore. You can take eternity away from me. You can take this and that, so just shut up and give it to me.”
Kelhalm gritted his teeth.
“The strength to move on to the next day.”
My clock has stopped.
Even if it’s just for one second, it’s okay so we can move forward.
“The power to open the way.”
The scale crumbled after completing the last transaction.
The stars answer the wishes of humans, not madmen.
Flashing.
Starlight flooded in. For a moment under the overflowing starlight, the wave of curses stopped. Kel Halm stretched out his hand toward the starlight rising before him.
···Same as back then.
Even then, I stretched out my hand toward the starlight.
On that day a hundred years ago, he was angry, hateful, cried out for revenge, and grabbed the star. But, I won’t do that this time. Kelhalm captured the star.
Sigh.
The moment I grabbed the star, the shackles came off. Madness is unleashed. Anger, hatred, and madness try to consume him. However, Kelhalm resists. I didn’t lose my senses until the end. Because it had to be.
“You look like me, child.”
What comes to mind is the language of curses that the apostate whispered to himself that day a hundred years ago. The apostate spoke to Kelhalm. You are also a madman like me.
“You will destroy everything with your own hands. Your madness will do that. Alas, poor child. “You will definitely be destroyed.”
You will be destroyed.
You will destroy everything with your own hands. The apostate prophesied so. And Kelhalm resisted madness for a long, long time to prove that the prophecy was wrong. He had suppressed the mania that was eating away at him.
It is okay to be despised as a madman.
It’s okay to instill fear in your allies.
It may be considered dangerous to everyone.
No matter what someone calls me, that’s probably a good thing. That’s not important.
‘An important thing is.’
That I resisted.
That there has been resistance.
That I have understood and suppressed the fire burning within me. It means that he has endured for a hundred years, even putting shackles on himself and killing his emotions.
‘I am, until the very end.’
He wanted to remain human, not a madman.
“Look, apostate.”
The human, Kelhalm, shouted.
He smiled while holding the star. Unlike that day, the current Kelhalm was not swallowed up by madness. Still human, he crossed the gap of a hundred years and stood before the apostate.
Look, apostate!
You predicted that I would be consumed by madness and be destroyed.
I was swallowed up by madness and cried out that I would end up like you.
I am Kelhalm Bel Artia.
Standing with both feet on this ground with my own will.
I stand before you as a human being, not a madman.
“This is the answer I came up with.”
In front of the rushing waves.
Kelhalm slapped his palms together.
3.
Kelhalm offered his magic to the stars along with his eternity. The magic path is like a sword road for a swordsman, and it means the tower itself built by a wizard.
So, the life of a wizard itself.
And the stars…
【The transaction has been concluded.】
The star acknowledges Kelhalm’s life.
Everyone expected that he would lose everything, be consumed by madness, and perish… but Kelrhalm did not meet that end. He resisted and resisted again.
To keep a promise, to prove something.
He has endured a hundred years of life. The star put a fair price on the value of that long life. The eternity that Kelhalm gave was given its due. Thus, the starlight held by Kelhalm shines brighter than anything else.
Brilliant light overflows.
The apostate who was opening the sky inadvertently turned his head. Taking her gaze away from Raniel for the first time, she looked towards the direction of the Lake of Damnation. The apostate opened her eyes wide as she saw the light bursting from there.
Looking at the madman… no, the human being there, the apostate burst into laughter inadvertently.
The first saint realized. She realized that the prophecy she had made that day was wrong. And, she has the existence of humans who have come this far to prove that fact.
“aha.”
The apostate laughed.
Brilliant light. A pure white light that she cannot help but love. The purest light is more beautiful than anything else.
And, Kelhalm.
Humans move forward, dragging the light.
He reached out his hand to unleash his own spell, created just for this day. Hundreds or thousands of divided circuits developed around Kelhalm. The deployed circuits began to rotate in unison.
The starlight shone brightly. The diffused starlight burned.
A dot appeared in the burning flames. Flame is sucked towards the point. The platinum-colored flames mixed with the flames created by Kelhalm’s mana. And so the point of burning as one shone brighter than anything else.
The name given to this spell is Ilso (一消).
This spell, which contains the life of a human being, is a weapon forged by humans to deal with disaster. A spell that focuses on burning a huge area ‘in an instant’.
Kelhalm wipes out everything he owns.
This is the moment when Kelhalm snapped his fingers.
The condensed flame blinked loudly for a moment. The flickering pole point creates a strong flash of light. The moment a flash of light struck the area, Daegong-dong was dyed pure white.
Flashing.
Resty’s vision, the vision of the apostate who was looking at this place from afar, and Raniel’s vision as he fought against the forgotten gods, all turned pure white. The flash of light swallowed up even the sound, and soon nothing was heard.
In silence that cannot be heard or seen.
The released heat swept away everything.
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