Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) Foundations of the Conflict (Extra)

(VUUUUUUUUUU—VROOOOOM!!)

The vacuum left by Shija's disappearance was not filled by air, but by a sudden collapse of reality.

(FLASH!!)

The space where the small warrior disintegrated into light particles remained vibrating—an invisible scar in a ti that did not belong to him.

(Scritch... scritch... Scratch!)

The "doll," acting as a forced anchor, had managed to snatch Shija's soul fragnt just before the mist closed its maws around him.

(Sssssss-shhhh... Plic... Plic...)

As a result, without the resistance of an external will, the drops—heavy as lead—struck the tar-like mud with renewed violence, burying the traces of the small fingers that were still resisting.

The entity's laughter did not dissipate with the wind; it expanded.

The mist contracted and expanded rhythmically, like a giant lung inhaling the bitterness of the surroundings.

The entity projected a shadow that seed to cover what remained of the mansion.

To her, Shija's brilliance was nothing new.

The mist then rembered, with nostalgia and amusent, the era in which the Scientist managed to ruin its plans.

(Scritch, scritch... Scratch!!)

While the girl dug into the ground with intensity, the mist lood over her, caressing her neck with a coldness that burned.

The scientist had discovered the truth, had understood how the "ga" worked, and had allowed so, like the users of the Kyōgetsu style, to escape.

The entity sank a part of its being into the mud, right where the girl's soul continued to vibrate and resonate due to Shija's interference.

For the entity, Shija's existence no longer had imdiate importance; he was a pawn who had fulfilled his involuntary purpose by revealing the frequency of his era.

With a fluid and sickeningly sweet movent, the mist drew closer, fixing its gaze with obscene joy upon the small, kneeling figure.

"....."

But the girl, oblivious to the magnitude of the paradox that had just occurred, had not stopped.

(Scritch... scritch... scratch!!!)

Her fingers, now torn and blackened by the mixture of blood and tar, struck the bottom of the hole with a maniacal rhythm.

Her sunken eyes, devoid of any trace of clarity, were fixed on the mud.

"... Where are you... Where are you... Where..."

Every handful of mud she threw back was accompanied by a violent spasm.

The amalgam of millions of souls within her that made up her being seed to boil, crashing against one another while she dug as if her very existence depended on that extra centiter of depth.

In contrast, the entity observed the scene with an almost artistic fascination...

The girl's despair was a bottomless pit, the perfect fuel for what was to co.

Beneath the torrential rain, the broken "girl" ignored the mist that caressed her and the sky that was collapsing.

There was only the mud, the pain of her torn fingernails, and that incessant search for sothing that, in that universe, no longer had a na.

(BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!)

That night, a bolt of white and gelid lightning tore through the colorless sky, freezing the scene for an eternal instant.

Under that discharge, the entity's shadow began to ripple and fade, losing its physical solidity but not its oppressive presence.

As it dissolved into the black rain, a flash of mory crossed its consciousness...

The image of the Keys that it could not control, the exact mont when the Scientist manipulated the rules and snatched away total dominance of the board.

The entity fixed its attention on the girl and that which she sought.

"¡¿?!"

In turn, the rhythm of the scratching changed.

The little girl's fingers struck sothing that was neither stone nor charred wood; it was a hollow, tallic sound that resonated from the depths of the crater.

"!!"

The girl stopped for a millisecond; her sunken eyes opened with a terrifying clarity, and imdiately after, she began to dig with an inhuman intensity.

(... Ba-dump... Ba-dump...)

To the rhythm of a heartbeat, mud flew in all directions as large, heavy, dirty tears began to roll down her burned face, leaving clean trails in the midst of the crust of ash.

"... We promised... to play... right...?"

Seeing its prey's reaction, the mist's invisible "smile" widened, vibrating with a predatory satisfaction that made the very air beco unbreathable.

The entity's silhouette beca almost translucent, rging with the gelid wind as it uttered its final promise.

Its voice was no longer a whisper, but a decree that vibrated in the marrow of the billions of souls that ford the girl.

The black rain intensified until it beca a solid deluge, hiding the mansion beneath a shroud of tar.

With one final cackle that blended with the thunder, the entity vanished completely, leaving the girl alone in the darkness, weeping and digging toward a fate that had already been sealed by Despair...

...leaving behind the foundations of the conflict.