Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan-Volume 8, Prologue
Volume 8, Prologue
It was raining that day.
The endless rain continued to fall until the end of the day when the thunderbolt roared. ππ§β―πππππ»πΡ΅π¦π.com
βAaβ¦ Aaahh! Liar, liar, liar!β
The sky was raging, the ground was shaking with the roar, and the roaring wind oppressed the world.
A young manβs voice was crushed as he cried out. But he continued to raise his voice despite the thunder.
βWhy, why, why are youβ¦?β
But his voice did not reach out. The wind drowned it out, the raindrops bounced it, and it disappeared into the sky.
The rain that pounded the young manβs body, exposed to the violent wind, had an effect similar to poison. It gradually drains the young manβs body heat, and eventually, his breath turns white, and his face turns pale from the cold.
The cold air was about to cover the ground as if he was trapped in an ice world.
Then it is natural that the woman he is holding will also have her body heat scraped away in the same way.
ββ¦Please donβt β donβt hurt her anymore.β
His desperate plea was also mocked as it was bounced by the rain and dissipated. The relentless freezing raindrops kept pouring down on the woman.
The young man tried desperately to protect her, but his small back could not keep her safe.
βReyβ¦ Reyβ¦ open your eyes. Pleaseβ¦ I beg you. I want to hear your voice.β
There were probably many other things he wanted to say.
If he had remained calm, if he had maintained his composure, he would have had more to say than he could say. But when he realized that the light of her life was fading, his mind was filled with blankness, and everything was gone.
βWhy is this happening to me? Why does she have to be sacrificed?β
The young man held her close to him as if to chain her soul together, even though he knew it was useless. He buried his face in her neck and cried inarticulately like a child who did not want to be separated from his mother.
βSomeoneβ¦ someoneβ¦ Please.β
No one responds. But still, he couldnβt help but pray.
βIβll do anythingβ¦ Someoneββ¦β
No one could help him. But still, he couldnβt help but pray.
βPlease save her!β
No one can help her. Even so, he couldnβt help but ask.
Even if his prayers ended in vain, even if his wishes were cruelly shattered, the young man never gave up and kept asking. There must be a way to save her. He continued to search desperately.
βR-rightβ¦ Spirit king! You must be able to save her. Spirit King, youβre looking at me, right? Save her! Itβs not hard for you to chain a soul to this world!β
But the moment he looked up at the sky, he knew there would be no miracle.
Black clouds swirled in the sky and looked down at the ground, and the storm that was brewing grew more and more threatening.
As if in inverse proportion, the womanβs chest rose and fell shallowly β the blood overflowing from the wound disappeared with her breath as it was washed away by the rain. The young manβs face is stained with despair, and the lightning strikes light up his face.
βN-no, I donβt want it, I donβt want it, I donβt want it!β
His throat ripped open with a cry, his windpipe clogged with his breath, and his breathing stopped with a sob.
His heart raced for oxygen, but he clawed at his chest, and the young man refused to live.
βAh, aah, aaahβ¦ β ah!β
He swore to live with her. Therefore, his heart was broken.
He swore that he would rescue her. Thatβs why his soul was broken.
The young man wailed in order to deny the unacceptable reality, the unacceptable truth, everything.
βAh, aah, ah, aaaaaaahh!β
That day β the young manβs soul died.
