Maouyome

Burned by black flames, the petals collapse in coal.

The wreckage of black snow that never accumulated disappeared into the sky illuminated by the light source.

Maori's dark hair swayed saggily in the wind.

The Goddess's eyes, wide open to surprise, clearly darken and deepened the colour of agitation.

"... why (...) before (...) and (...) is here"

Maogreed Asla.

Unite the kingdom of demons, demon king.

"Why are you here?"

Stunning is repainted into anger in Konohana Sakya. The anger that engulfs me makes nature and speech fever.

"So give me the transfer gate you left behind..."

"No, no! You're a dead haz! Why are you here, Haz, who died crushing his own heart!

Konohana Sakya spits out her own confusion so that she can put it on Maori, who tried to say the same thing again. Why? It can't be.

Those who inherit the blood of the god of war, Asura.

The one who leaves the blood.

It was a hassle that even killed that last one.

Even though it's a hassle I did kill.

Even though Hilko possessed him at the end of the battle against Sunra, crushing himself with each of his possessed hearts, and a haze that he had fulfilled.

Maori rubbed her nose and head with her index finger looking bored at the angry Conohana Sakya look.

The trick further irritates the goddess.

"Answer me, Asura!

"... someone made me come back undead. That's all.... don't make me say too much, you're dressed too badly"

"I'm kidding!

Once again, a large number of petals rise around and, with the intense passion engulfed, they gather crazy and strike at Maori.

"Your Majesty!

Lean Shade raises his voice when he sees a petal vortex looming on Maori, but a modestly raised hand responded to it.

Because it's okay, it comes with a gentle look.

There was no sign of feeling it, and from its feet a black flame whirled up and burned, swallowing again the petals that I wanted to wrap up.

Every single petal is part of its own power.

power as a goddess, an expression of itself.

A black flame burns them down.

From the other side of the petal, which became dust and disappeared, Konohana Sakya, who deeply re-gripped Zhu Spear, approached Maori.

"Then again with this hand, just piercing that heart! Through the sword, Asura!

Maori gently pays the tip of the protruding Zhu spear and shifts her body outward.

The spear swung further ahead, but it swung through the sky without touching its body.

Goddess spear fire looms like rage.

Though he paid lightly for all of it, Maori did nothing but pay and just kept avoiding spears.

"Pull out your sword, Asura! Fight me!

"I'm not fighting you. I didn't come here to fight in the first place."

"What have you been up to this period!

"I'm just picking you up."

"Become!?

A spear slammed against the cephalon was deflected, and the pattern of its deflected spear was grasped and drawn forcefully into it.

Maori's fringe gaze approaches right in front of Konohana Sakya, who tried to hold him so hard that he could not take the spear.

It reflects its appearance in the black eyes, approaching.

"... I came to pick you up. That's all."

Even if you're showing yourself in your eyes, those eyes aren't looking at you. Realizing the meaning of that gaze, the goddess feels a crunchy, painful pain in her chest.

The cohabitation of boyishness and masculinity, its eyes that smile gently, including worries, do not look at themselves, etc.

It's not meant for me.

Warm eyes directed at the will of the flesh, which continues to resist even the vague scum, not the self in front of it but behind it.

Once upon a time, thoughts overlap in their appearance.

The visionary god of war Asra's figure overlapped Maori.

A passion runs through your whole body.

"Ahhhhhhh!

Pushing Maori at the mercy of his power, a distanced goddess screams.

An abominable past.

Memories of grievous pain.

Bring black emotions to a boil in the goddess.

"You always are, Asura! You don't look at me!

Past and present are connected, which severely stimulates Konohana Sakya's emotions.

"That's always how you don't even try to look at me!

Not those in front of you.

It is not. He said it wasn't him.

Even though I knew it in my head, I couldn't help bumping Dawn's emotions into an equally overlapping vestige of vision.

"Don't ask for me. No! Don't want me! Take me, take me!

Loss of calm, lack of glory to see, but powerless spear fire with anger. Just, swinging.

"Look at me, Aslaaaaaaaa!

Maori grabs a big waved blow with her palms and again approaches Konohanasakya's eyes, stretched out by anger.

"All I ever wanted was... one (...) person (...)."

An eye filled with a brilliance of strong will.

The brilliance is deep in the goddess and pierces her.

"Not you."

In powerful black eyes poked in front of me.

The appearance there shows intense upset.

"... do, fuck!?

Unexpectedly the drawn spear was released, and the body of momentum flowed backwards.

He sits down so that his strength falls off his knees, his feet snap, and he falls straight to the ground.

Karan and I make a dry noise, and Zhu Spear rolls down onto the ground.

Turning his gaze to that too light sound, there was a white god and a sword saint beyond it.

If you turn away reflectively and turn the other side, the others also look at the goddess in silence.

The dwarfs.

Stupid people who resist themselves who are goddesses.

I am now sitting on the ground in front of them.

I'm dropping the spear and sitting there powerless.

"... Ha, ha, ha, ha, what, this"

A sudden sense of loss arrives in you.

A dry laugh comes naturally in, and it goes away.

"What is this? What is it? What the hell,... this"

My body feels dull.

Strong willingness to resist everywhere, tying up the body.

White god.

The sword saint who lowered the kagutschi.

Survival of Asura the Dead Haz.

... That's not all.

The evil demon king who once defeated by the overwhelming, the thousand year king fox, the muscle elf.

The Virgin and the Brave, and the others, whom I didn't even care much about.

I am surrounded by those I thought were not enough to take, and I am about to defeat myself while exposing myself to ugliness in the middle of it.

I, the goddess, am defeated.

The fact of that unlikely haz surrounds itself as a reality.

Even though everything was going the way it wanted.

Everything so far, even though it was what I thought it would be.

Where was it different from?

Where did it differ, I wonder what happened?

The unspoken sense of loss and disillusionment twists and dyes the whole body from the depths of the body.

Vain dyes the mind.

"Pfft,... really, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh"

Something abruptly pushed through my thoughts.

"... that's enough."

Heterogeneous power overflows from the goddess.

"Enough. I don't need this anymore."

A force separate from that which may attract previous viewers dyes Konohana Sakya himself.

Some heterogeneous power spreads around the goddess, who holds her own power and refuses to be like the world.

"... Huh? Grr!?"

Kensei deeply finds himself in the fluctuations of inorganic forces that swell up in front of him, sheltering Lean Shade on his back.

"... this is!?

Cellular azam, who felt strange and tried to step out, is pushed back into its heterogeneous power.

Gradually increasing strength comes under pressure, blowing like a storm, swelling up.

The bond between Le Goche and Mariel envelops them to protect those around them. On the outside of the junction, the dry ground rose and scattered without sound.

Bottomless anxiety stirs me up.

"In the end, this is what happens. That's how you reject me in the end. That's how he always rejects me."

The ground crumbles and disappears from the feet of a loosely risen goddess.

Light and sound, sucking in.

- Nothingness. To existence itself, denial.

"Then that's enough. I don't need it anymore. I don't care about a world like this anymore. You just have to break and lose it."

Just quietly, the world turns upside down.

The world collapses and is swallowed upside down, centered around a goddess with a powerless smile on her vain eyes.

Rejection of the world that would be.

Rejection of existence.

The presence of a goddess who rejects the world is worn as a hole that leads to the outside of the world.

Connect the inside and outside of the world.

"You didn't know, did you? Outside this world, too, the space is wide open. There's no sound, there's no heat, there's just a lot of space."

Konohanasakya, who lost his flesh and was not allowed to exist, was there the whole time. I've been watching this world from the outside of the world.

Even if we lose our flesh and our analogy, the goddess will never perish. It is unacceptable to perish.

From the outside of the world without being able to perish, I was just allowed to keep watching.

"Pfft. Space full of emptiness. What do you think will happen if we connect this world with the outside, where even the flow of time collapses?

Wear a hole towards the outside of the world.

Just that eventually, the world flips, as if bubbles can bounce and disappear.

Some delightful and vain gaze is directed towards those who are there.

Those who endure in the kingdom.

Those who shelter those who are on their backs, those who are sheltered.

Everyone tries to step off the scene, but the goddess' will to refuse strongly refuses to approach.

They refuse to even approach a nothingness that denies its existence.

"Soon nothingness will devour the world. A world like this will soon be eaten up without a trace. You collapse, you fall apart, and everything just disappears. You just have to break it down."

In it alone, the gaze of the goddess was directed at Maori, who remained still with a harsh look without moving to collapse.

Under the gaze of the goddess, Maori gently closes her eyes.

I closed my eyes for only a moment and inhaled heavily.

And with all the thought of Alan, shout out his name.

"Come back! Leffiah!"

In its unshakeable appearance, empty-dressed emotions boil anger from frustration into the goddess, stained with hatred.

I couldn't forgive that presence that made me despise myself everywhere.

Then that's enough.

He told me to disappear.

Collapse swallows the world.

The ground breaks and smashes, and the atmosphere trembles as if it raises the severant, rampant and mad.

Behind the fact that the power to reject and reject will spread greatly to the surroundings, the world will lose its shape from its center.

The earth, the atmosphere, the sound... the heat.

Only one person in the center of nothingness swallowing even the light, the goddess, with her vain eyes, keeps looking at the possibility of collapsing.

You just have to keep disappearing.

If everything doesn't disappear beautifully, that's fine.

If the world rejects itself.

If you don't have your own place there.

I don't need it anymore.

That's enough,...... okay.

That's good enough.

"Everything in this world,... disappear"

Quiet whining leaks.

If only it were all over in silence, the goddess softly, closing her eyes and waiting for that time.

That's it.

It's all going to end like this.

"I won't let that happen..."

The voice reaches the ear of the goddess.

From the same mouth that left the word of hope for an end, another being clearly, strongly, and manifested its will.