MIRAI POV: Seraphim’s Room I'm glad that Mori opted to go for a walk without us. I feared he'd be discouraged if we left him alone. I don't want to see him cry or get upset with us; I want him to continue to smile. As I let him go, a heavy feeling settled in my chest, as if letting him go now would have consequences later. Maybe I'll come to him later after we've finished hearing what Seraphim has to say. Right now, though, we're preoccupied with something much more dire, something in need of immediate resolution. "I've called you all here without Mori because I have something of utmost importance to discuss before you know. Dead. The ruination of everything. But before that. Have you all managed to calm down from the memories I shared earlier?" Seraphim asked, sipping on some coffee from a small cup. “Well… we’re probably okay, right?” Louis asked me and Flure. “Y-yeah…” I think Flure is still quite shaken, as I could see his hands trembling. “Mhm. I’m fine.” I replied. Turning

[You have awakened from a world that was enveloped with darkness.] [You can't move your entire body even though you think you're pushing it.] [You keep hearing these tiny droplets of water in the distance, gradually getting closer between 5-second intervals.] [You feel warm on one side of your body but cold on the other.] [Some voices tell you something, but you don't understand what it is saying.] [You're currently floating in the darkness upside down.] "... This is such an unusual sight between you and this world." [You heard a familiar voice.] "Ek@!@0328l --- .... -.-.-- / .-- .... .- - / .... .- .--. .--. . -. . -.. / - --- / -.-- --- ..- -.-.--" [You feel your soul slipping away as the sound of droplets becomes a 0.00001-second interval.] [Time is moving so slowly that everything feels weird for you.] [You're experiencing the effects of vertigo within the darkness of death that lingers within you.] [One. Two. Three. Four. Five… You kept on counting. To pass the time.]

What would happen to a lump of meat when you cook it directly on fire? Would it cook and turn crispy? Or would it just cook-cook? Let’s change the term. What would happen to a lump of burning human meat if you roast it into a flame that is as hot as the lava of a volcano? Do you know how rotten human flesh is when you burn it when you’re in war? No? Well, I know you wouldn’t be able to guess it since it was also my first time seeing my people burn to death while I was just watching them since they were already dead. It made me vomit the first time I saw the people I was commanding get burned to death while I was still a hero. The smell would turn your stomach sick as it would find it very delicious yet disgusting in my eyes. Even though I was the strongest mage than the early mage hero that took this title, I was crying beside someone. I don’t remember the face of the person that I cried to. I always wonder who it was. All I knew was that person is an important one to me that I alwa

A seed contains nothing but an undeveloped plant that would probably survive if you leave it alone. A seed can also include the meaning of something hidden between the words you create. A seed flourishes after a long time of caring for it.Life is also the same when it comes to development. I developed myself with the people who taught me things that I lacked. Sometimes, this knowledge can be helpful when you’re talking to other people to express something that would make them happy when you did some kind of expression that would satiate their desire to be understood. Atelier said that humans sometimes hide their pain in the smiles they show in front of others. It is a sad fact that changes the spectrum of emotion. Happiness is supposed to be full of joy and not some kind of farce that hides the pain of one. But I guess it’s okay… Since the pain that one experiences may be something that needs to be secreted into the starry sky and never to be seen by others. The twinkling lights in t

…… [cheerful music plays in the background.] The chattering of the high-ranking officials in the side of the hall talking about their winnings and improvement for the preparation for the next war. Everyone is focused on the ball while the officials talk about their next battle against the other race. Life of humans are fragile, and don’t have the chance to revive themselves compared to the other races that have this so-called reincarnation in their blood. Humans are far weaker creatures but more advanced and much more cunning than the magic-reliant races. Everyone wanted to end this war that was still raging for a millennium after the death of the angel they once revered. The solemn faces of the people around the ball make me sick. A party is meant to be a joyful occasion, yet everyone is planning how to improve their defenses around the 50m walls they erected a century ago. [A crackling sound in the magic circle in the woman’s hand .] My magic seems more overpowered than the las