288 – Sublimation
In the deep, deep darkness. In the deepest depths of the frozen pit,
The body, holding the thorn tightly in its hand, quietly closed its eyes, half dead. The moment the thorn pierced his body, his consciousness was no longer in his body. So he couldn’t be said to be alive. But he couldn’t even be said to be dead yet.
All other bodies ceased functioning one after another, as they were no longer useful. My eyes have long since become blind, and my arms have lost the power to move. The nose could no longer smell, and the ears could no longer hear. It didn’t happen because it froze due to the cold. There was simply no need for it anymore.
Only the brain, which is essential for storing the memories of this fragile creature, and the heart that moves the brain were still alive and moving. But that too would soon stop moving. Once all the thoughts were gone from my brain, the empty shell no longer mattered.
There was no need for a new bowl. For a living being that can exist forever just by thinking, the body would be nothing more than a material that is no longer needed.
In order to be free from material oppression, only one more process is needed.
Put a piece of cheese on top of the jar, then another piece of cheese,
If you place the third and final piece of cheese on top, the order in which you remove it will inevitably be exactly the reverse. The last thing you put in, the faster it gets out. The same goes for memories.
As if some omnipotent being had turned life upside down and made it flow in the opposite direction, the memories flowing before my eyes were turning backwards. The memories that were closest to me were pulled out of my body one by one. I rewound, rewound, and rewound again. It slowly penetrated the dying brain and escaped into the void. The past turned backwards, and soon BMoa was seen shooting out a beam of light. As if time were flowing backwards, it absorbed the rays rather than spitting them out from its eyes.
It may only be visible as the memory is played backwards,
It originally appeared after melting the entire glacier, but now it entered the boiling water and froze and disappeared. Next was the North Pole. The North Pole remained visible for some time. There was no going back now. More and more of the memories stored in this body were being lost.
But the truth is,
Nothing was truly completely lost.
The memory simply found a safer storage.
A person dies, and something else is born.
The flowing memories reached the fate. First meeting with Yanid. First meeting with Ardain. And, until the first meeting with Roca. It quickly went backwards and reached the past. Every time that happened, the corner of the priest’s mouth twitched. Soon a quiet smile appeared on him.
Is this the first thing you feel when facing death? He instinctively realized that this death was different from any other. He has experienced death several times so far, but he probably won’t be able to be resurrected this time. The miracle of revival will not work as it does now.
Because coming back to life is different from being born again.
What I see every time a memory passes by is not a mere illusion. It’s everything the mind remembers. What I saw, what I felt, and all the thoughts and emotions I had at that time came crashing down like waves. My emotions changed several times in a single moment. In particular, when I saw the moment when the warrior party and I parted ways, the smile on my face became depressed for a moment.
However, if you throw a large rock into a small pond, a wave of waves will arise.
Just as if you throw the same rock into the sea, it will create a splash.
All the emotional turmoil and turbulence can only shake a very small part now, like a typhoon in a teacup. Thanks to this, he was able to face his past self, or rather himself, while maintaining his composure.
In memories that pass like a fantasy, the day when I finally had a decisive battle with Grimudo came to mind.
No, it should have been that way. What must be seen in the memories of that day is the Demon King’s great power and the despair of the hero’s party because of it. Yes, it was definitely visible. However, the scene that followed was truly unprecedented.
The burning red sun.
A sunspot floating on a sea of fire.
A prominence swimming splendidly and burning the sea of stars.
If you saw this scene even once, there was no way you could forget it.
It’s not that I forgot,
I had no choice but to forget it.
Only then did he realize what he had seen in the final battle with the Demon King,
What on earth did he see that made him realize why he was in despair?
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You have definitely looked too far into the future.
And the fact that it is scheduled to happen soon
The brief sight seen from the Star Dream Observatory disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Soon, Yurinel was seen standing in front of the Demon King, sheathing her sword and retreating backwards, but the vivid sight of the sun did not disappear from her memory.
When the angry sun covers the sky with flames,
The earth was burning like copper in a furnace. Even the Arctic glaciers, which seemed to last forever, melted and evaporated, and even the oceans boiled. All combustible items ignited spontaneously, and pillars of fire rose from wherever they were visible. Dark red magma flowed across the ground in place of the dried up river…
Most people turned into charcoal and disappeared without even being able to take in the majestic sight.
Even if I saw it, I didn’t even have time to record it.
A true catastrophe swept the world without giving humanity any time. Just one moment was enough to sweep the continent from end to end.
Even those memories soon disappeared, and the moments of adventure with the warrior party passed by. It was a really long time ago, and moments that I had vague memories of were clearly remembered at this moment. The image of the hateful Manticore passed through him, and memories of encounters with him that he could not even quite remember at this moment came to mind. When time started to go beyond retrograde, he saw people who had entered the grave long ago.
A Goth grandfather in a woodworking shop who seemed blunt to children but was kind on the inside.
Laura from the general store who won the hearts of young children by giving them precious candies.
Besides, there are those who once loved him and those whom he loved but were forgotten in the flow of time. The Manticore’s victims, whose existence was now only evidenced by the tombstones standing on top of their graves, smiled at him as a child. So he did that too.
When he saw his parents again, tears appeared in the corners of his closed eyes for a moment. The tears flowed down my cheeks without freezing even in the cold arctic air.
When he finally reached the point where he couldn’t remember anymore, he found himself standing tall in the air. The priest bent his head and looked at what had once been his body.
The body that passed away with a peaceful smile was no longer needed. So, when the Demon King suddenly appeared through the air and carried his body across the sky, he was somewhat surprised, but did not stop him. He just thought for a moment, caught up in the lingering thoughts of what he had seen.
As I looked up at the sky, starlight so faint that I couldn’t even see it with my eyes poured down from a deep, deep hole. Something better than vision and more accurate than intuition captured the stars’ shapes exactly. Now, I was able to see the true face of it without having to get closer, and I felt like maybe I could get closer to it. The bright stars were right in front of him.
And the sun! The old star that illuminated this place even before the primordial being, the source of all life, settled on this earth. His gaze briefly focused on that blazing celestial body.
Before, I didn’t feel anything strange when I looked at it, but now I felt something unnatural for some reason. The sun was burning so strangely that it was strange.
-Now you realize it. Originally, your world was scheduled to be destroyed by the flames of the sun 26 years from now. That would have been the end of the cycle. Even what you call primordial could not have withstood the entire planet being roasted.
Sudden voice. And a familiar voice.
When the priest heard the sound and turned his head,
As expected, I saw a familiar face.
-The world would have been destroyed, and the inhabitants of the sun would have achieved their goal. In their eyes, this little piece of land is no different from moldy bread. You have to put it in the fireplace and burn it to make it clean.
‘Faceless angel!’
-That is how the entire world becomes sterilized. That is catastrophe. It is an irresistible fate that you could not avoid no matter what choice you made. Do you remember now what you were thinking when you glimpsed that possible future?