I have been more careful with what I eat, but I didn’t expect this to happen in the room I just moved into today. The happiest state of mind is also the most vulnerable. I gasped for breath and struggled to stay conscious.
Lacius, holding me, ran like a madman. The wind whipped around me, but I couldn’t feel anything against my skin. Bang! The door actually flew open. I could see startled faces, and it seemed like I could see Daphne’s silhouette among them through my blurry vision.
‘Ah, my lifespan…’
It’s hard to stay awake through the burning pain in my throat. The light green energy that I had only seen from afar enveloped me in a sense of peace, slowing the hourglass that I could feel falling rapidly.
“You’ll be fine now; it’s not a venomous scorpion.”
“…Thank you.”
“No, it’s nothing… But how did a scorpion get there? The accommodations are managed very meticulously. Scorpions can never enter guest quarters.”
The distant voices gradually became clearer. A chill ran down my spine, but it was bearable. I was about to hold out the plant stem Cat had nibbled as proof that it was Peridots doing, but at that very moment. There was a scene that caught even my disoriented gaze.
“Ha, fire in the sky!”
“Fire is falling!”
“Aaaah! What is that!”
Beyond my gradually clearing vision, I saw a meteor shower. Huge stars, engulfed in searing flames, were raining down on the desert.
* * *
A scream of terror. The sound of struggling to survive.
The sound of fleeing feet and senseless gestures to stop and see.
The sound of endless explosions mixed in with the acrid smoke. Suddenly, the sky, which had been pitch-black, brightened. Hundreds of meteors, large and small, were raining down without a sign of stopping.
Even the strongest warriors are powerless in the face of natural phenomena, especially in the face of such an indiscriminate barrage of attacks directed solely at the Kun Clan.
“Move the wounded! Don’t leave them behind!”
“Escape to the open space! Get near the oasis! There’s a shaman there!”
“Grab your family! Leave your stuff behind!”
“Ugh!”
There is no preparation for such a catastrophe. It would be strange if there were. Why would something that should be in the sky fall to earth in the first place?
“A curse, it must be a curse.”
“What is the problem? “Why is heaven angry?”
“Could it be… because of Alajah?”
The fools whispered quickly. They use their tongues and share their own thoughts. It would soon become a r…our, turn into fact, and spread like wildfire.
“Heaven is angry because of Alajah!”
In times like this, the target of the attack is naturally an outsider. Any help received is forgotten in the face of fundamental fear. It was clear that words such as humanity, affection, love, and devotion did not exist in this world.
Aragorn licked his lips in satisfaction as he felt the acrid, burning air around him.
Ah, sweet. If only the world were always like this, how wonderful it would be.
“Indeed, experiencing it firsthand is much more fun.”
Wearing a physical form for the first time in a long while, Aragon chuckled as he watched the situation unfold. He found this much more enjoyable than watching in spirit form. To taste all these raw, evil emotions…
“These are painting wizards who will soon run out of power. I don’t know what you need these things, which are nothing but shells, but I brought them because you wanted them.”
Something fell behind Aragorn, who was so happy. At the same time, a low voice was heard. Aragorn glanced behind him and soon had a wide smile on his face.
“It’s necessary for balance. Heavy consequences are necessary to match the weight of the information I provided.”
In Aragorn’s eyes, he could see the remaining lifespan of the trembling painting wizards. A single hourglass, nearly empty. It’s extremely unfortunate, but what can he do? He should still eat it deliciously. A man wearing a grey hood whispered menacingly to Aragorn as he turned to face him.
“We have kept all our promises. May the compass of Cyphelion be in the grasp of 1092.”
“I said it’s in her hands. Instead of doubting, why don’t you go over the plan again? 1092 won’t be easy to deal with.”
She already has a record of running away once.
Aragon swallowed his words and looked into the distance. A beautiful woman with red hair appears in his field of vision. Her complexion was not good, perhaps because she had been stung by the scorpion he had created, but that was none of his business.
‘Hmm, I was expecting her to empty at least three hourglasses.’
It was a disappointment.
Peridot. If he had been her, that would have been the least he could have done with a cannibalistic plant at his disposal. She doesn’t like seeing her, but she can’t rip her into pieces and kill her right away, and even after giving her the scorpions, this is all she can do.
He would have extracted the scorpion’s stingers and meticulously placed them in the bed, ensuring they would pierce her whole body. Or he would have used the plant to drop scorpions onto her from above.
Either way, the current conclusion is disappointing. He thought she was going to be a great demon sprout, but apparently not.
‘But oh well, that’s okay. Because that wasn’t the main event.’
He just wanted to take the chance and shorten its life a little more.
Aragorn rubbed his palms together. The meteor show his new friends had organized was now approaching its climax.
Boom! The rock beside him shattered, sending shards flying in all directions. But Aragorn, who had quickly transformed back into a demon the moment he took a step, was unscathed. It was only humans who were hurt.
* * *
“Ahhhh, run, run!”
“Mom, mom!”
“Ohhh. Help me!”
After about five minutes of the meteor shower, it finally stopped.
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