It was a scary feeling in her stomach and an intense pain that seemed to dig into the lining of her eyes.

　The suddenness of the pain caused Elddis to lose her footing and fall down. Her legs were weak and gave up their duties, and her hands were numb and helpless.

　Her blue eyes were wide open, and her once-white skin was now morbidly pale.

　Only the breath that came out of his throat was hot to any degree. Her organs creaked. Elddis stretched out her twitching fingers to crawl across the floor.

　What had happened and what was happening to her body now? Erdis knew it all too well. The urges that stirred in her body, forcibly tore at her spirit. And a body that was cold to the touch.

　It was fear.

　Now my body is bound up in a spell called fear. The more I tried to look at it, the more my breathing became ragged and my mouth dried up.

　Fear is the only emotion that makes Elddis' body numb and her mind panic.

　She knew where it was coming from. There was a presence. A presence that pierced her soul. So great, so mighty. The race the elves were forced to follow. There was the presence of its founder.

　There was no question of whether it was real or if it was just my imagination. Elddis' own soul speaks of authenticity.

　It is real. It's here now, in this temple. Flimsulat, the founder of the giants, the one we dread to speak of.

　Just thinking about it, Erdis's skull became unthinkable. It was only natural. That's what elves are made of.

　Not to question the existence of their rulers, not to think of anything in front of them. The elves were made to resist the master race at all costs.

　Even if it was a long time ago, the memories of our ancestors are still stuck in our souls.

　How much easier it would be if I could just pass out and throw everything out of my mind. How wonderful it would be if I could just hang my head.

　At least that's what a normal elf would do. Or they should. Sooner, sooner, sooner. It's better. So, so, so, so--.

　Elddis reflexively bit her lip hard. A translucent red leaked from her mouth. The pain of being cut down forced Elddis back to her senses. Her blue eyes had a hint of indignation in them.

　--I'm mad, I'm mad.

　Not at anyone, but at herself. Elddis pressed her numb fingers against the earth with a sense of shame.

　The fact that we were a subordinate race goes back to a time long ago, to the time of the gods. Even though the elves believe the old is good, they do not revere the abominable past. Why should I obey its laws now?

　This is a joke. This is a joke.

　Erdis shook his cheeks, laughing at the idea that he, the one who cursed humans, was bound by an ancient curse. Her body, still crawling, rose unsteadily to its feet.

　Her legs are weak and weak as she tries to move forward. You feel as if you could stop if you were distracted.

　But even so, she couldn't stop. Step by step, Elddis kicked up the stone floor with her legs.

　There was another fear in Elddis's heart. There was another fear growing in her heart that she could not look away from. It's more than just a fear of the ruler, it's a fear that cuts into Elddis's spirit.

　Since a while ago, the response from the spirit gear has become much weaker.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing. It can only tell you where he is and what he's doing.

　However, that does not mean that its response will be weakened in any way. Erdis made it that way to make sure his presence was known.

　The reaction is weakened. This means that Lugis's existence, which has become almost identical to his equipment, is about to be lost.

　There was a chilling pain in the nape of her neck. And Erdis took a wobbly step forward.

　It's not possible. It's not possible. I'm not gonna let that happen. Even if it did. I'm not gonna let that happen.

　--Even if it means tethering his soul to this world.

　Muttering in her mind, Erdis opened her blue eyes. You can see the hall of the Great Temple.


　I can see the temple.


　The hall of the Great Temple of Flimsulat. There is always a dim and solemn atmosphere there, and now there was a sky.

　The sky is blue and crystal clear. A sky high in the sky, reminiscent of distant, distant space. This was neither a metaphor nor a fantasy, but was manifested in this shrine.



　It's like another world. So blue, so high. And under such a sky, there it was.

　A huge body that made even the great sky seem small, as if the world itself had risen up. It had brilliant eyes that looked as if they were paved with chaos.

　The pressure it emits can be greater than anything else. Instinctively, it made me think that it could collapse the sacred canopy and destroy the earth as its father.

　In the face of such overwhelming power, the spirit said.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, Flimsulat. The founder and the last Titan. Since I put you to sleep.

　Alueno-Altius says this in a casual, almost sing-song manner. Even in the face of the giants, he remains unshaken.

　As if finally realizing the gold, the giant made a sound. I'm not sure if it was really his words or not. But it was true that he showed some kind of intention.

"It was the voice of my people, King of Men. What dare you trespass on my lands? Arrogance or insolence?

　The space shook with it. The temple could have been blown away by a single breath of the giant's. No one here was conscious anymore. All that was left were two deformed beings.

　Altius' eyes narrowed. The expression on his face mechanically formed an expression. And then he laughed at the Titan King.

"Don't make me laugh, Titan King. Arrogance and insolence are your forte. Isn't that why you perished? Or do you want to do it all over again?

　Altius speaks in succession, in a series of sounds. The color in his eyes means even contempt.

　The space creaked as if it were cracking.

"You, too, have lost your true flesh. Do you dare to fight me in borrowed clothes, King of Men?

　In the giant's large hands, he still held a hammer too big to wield. It follows the giant's will and changes its form as he says.

　Now it contains enough power to crush the mountain range with ease. Even though it's only an illusion, the power of the Titan King is there.

　Even the world trembles at the sight of them. There was no wind, no sound, only a suffocating sense of oppression that assaulted the space.

　I'm not sure what to make of it. I'm not sure what to say.

You'll be able to find a lot of people who have the same experience, the same life, and the same power.

　I'm sure you've heard of it, but I've never heard of it.

I was abandoned by my parents and used a well as a pillow. I was abandoned by my parents and used a well as a pillow. I grew lonely in an orphanage and lived a life of suffering as a nun. And so, through clenched teeth, she rose to the level of a candidate for sainthood, even as she continued on her grueling pilgrimage.

　Altius lovingly stroked his hand. You can find a few traces of the many times you have grasped it in the past. You can't say that you don't know the pain and suffering of your hands and arms. I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I've seen it before.

　Her golden lips wavered.

"That's exactly what my life used to look like. I drew the script, so that it would be appropriate to my body, so that it would be identical to me.

　There is a slight hint of pride in the colorless layers of sound.

　It is true that I drew the script, it is true that I guided it. But even God is not all-powerful. He can't stop the spontaneous actions of a human child. That's why he went through so much trouble, Artius continued.

　Some of them died as babies. Some had their bones crushed when they were abandoned at the well, and others had committed suicide because they could not bear the life of an orphan.

　Some died of poverty, some from being tortured by men, some from disease, and some from the violence that fell upon them. So many people died before they became the body of the Eucharist.

　But this girl, Alueno, did it all well. She survived, she bit her pain, and yet she moved on. She's even better than before. How dare you take the trouble to build yourself up.

　It's wonderful, says Artius as if he were singing. With that, the Titan opened his eyes.

"No better than a beast.

　A mallet was raised, as if it were about to break the world.