Capítulo 1998: Chapter 21: The Brief Brilliance of Life Burning Bright
They fought fiercely, the warriors of Fiery Fla Land battled against Far Shore Island, against the Seven Cities Alliance, against the Empire, and against their own within Fiery Fla Land. Although Abassalom and Nemasases were one, internally there were still massive disputes.
The child understood all this, he kept vigil in his mother’s embrace, waiting for his father’s return, waiting for him to step over the threshold.
But his father did not return, that man died brilliantly.
According to the only surviving uncle, that man used his life to hold down a commander of The Empire’s knight, allowing the Constructed Knights to pour out firepower capable of leveling a mountain, inflicting fatal injuries on the opponent.
It was worth it, they said. Life should burn brilliantly like this; that man did not disgrace the Blood of Inferno Abyss.
Really? The child thought so. Should life really be used like this, just a mont of brilliant burning?
Looking at his father’s black-and-white photograph, listening to his mother’s cries, the praises and flattery from others, the child recalled the days when his father walked with him laughing in the jungle.
Those days, those days…
Those days were like the field ignited in his early childhood, all green and life turned into Nihility, eventually losing all color under the scorching flas, becoming ashes.
Because of his father’s rits, Dastiel grew up smoothly, as a young man he already had enough strength to beco a warrior of Fiery Fla Land.
He carried out tasks together with his siblings, uncles, and aunts, accepting the dispatches from the King of Inferno Abyss. They assassinated enemy leaders, attacked the rear, confronted head-on, or infiltrated the enemy territory as a special operations team during war to disrupt… They gathered intelligence, stole precious resources, and defeated troubleso companions.
Of course, they also eradicated magical beasts in the territory and cleared out dostic bandits. They suppressed rebellious civilians and fought against natural disasters.
Warriors of Fiery Fla Land, descendants of the Fiery Fla King… they were like a giant beehive, each person striving to beco the king, yet most people, throughout their lives, were rely worker bees fighting for the hive.
To all this, Dastiel felt bored.
The mission he chose most often was killing people. To him, it was no different from igniting the plains of Busote. He killed many people, elite magicians of Far Shore Island, heavy armor greatsword wielders of the Seven Cities Alliance, elite knights of The Empire… He often chose the opponents that appeared most challenging, and ca back alive each ti.
Mortal words often say there is great terror between life and death, so say there is great excitent between life and death, everyone can find the aning of their life from this.
But to him, there was no fear between life and death, nor was there any pleasure; he killed as if igniting weeds, and enemies and weeds were no different, they all turned to ash, all nourished the earth, and the world still would not change.
Monkeys were still monkeys, farrs were still farrs, Fiery Fla Land was still ruled by the king and warriors, nobles ruled over citizens, the sun would not shine brighter nor dimr because of this.
Where precisely is the reality of being alive? How brilliant is it, that one would go to any length to kill other lives, just to live a few days longer?
Why exactly… do I exist in this world?
He was called the immortal of Inferno Abyss, born from the ashes of Busote, and as the number of slain enemies grew, his fa increasingly spread, until even the King of Inferno Abyss cast a glance, astonished at his talent and power, and presented the final test.
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That ti, Dastiel for the first ti encountered soone he could not kill.
No matter what, he could not kill him; hacking with sword would heal, burning with flas would regenerate. The more he attacked, the more tenacious the opponent beca; the more he burned, the more transparent he beca.
His skill exquisite, power imnse, facing him, Dastiel for the first ti sensed the reality of his mortality.
Yes, yes! It’s this feeling!
Why do I want to live? There must be a reason, there must be an answer!
His flas grew more ferocious, Dastiel akin to a sweeping infernal storm, roasting this unkillable enemy—he burned his life furiously, regardless of the cost, to destroy, devastate, and ignite.
He wanted to turn everything into ashes.
Yet that person remained standing.
Savaga Nemasas. Genius of Tengsha Land, strongest of the young generation of the Nemasis Bloodline.
His will indomitable, regenerative strength formidable enough to withstand Dastiel’s flas.
“Is it not painful?”
The man asked at that ti: “Being burned by like this, what compels you to persist living on?”
“Fiery Fla Land needs .”
And as the shell turned to charcoal, the soot-blackened man erged from the fla storm, his tired gaze imnsely resolute: “Dastiel, can’t you hear Fiery Fla Land crying?”
Crying?
Crying?
At this mont, the flas surging within the man’s heart yearning to incinerate everything stalled.
He turned back, the man turned back, the youth turned back, the child turned back, looking back at his past.
Indeed. No matter who, everyone was crying.
Those apes, those farrs, that scorched land, those grass and magical beasts turned to ash, those who could not change the course of their lives, his father, his mother, even all life in this world.
All things, due to the future’s dimness, turned into ashes devoid of hope.
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