Turning Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082

'What are you doing...?'

The one pointing the sword staggered and fell to his knees before finishing his words.

The invisible connection began to scream in response to Kishiar's power.

He pushed everything out without hesitation. It was a truly strange sensation.

How could he pull and push things that couldn't be seen with the eyes or touched with the hands? However, Kishiar La Orr accomplished it. The times when he had anxiously wandered, searching for countless methods over and over again to succeed in this task, flashed through his mind. However, the one who had given him the hint for the method he was trying now, putting aside all those efforts, was none other than the person in front of him.

When he recalled the sight of him not being content with the abilities he could already use and trying to develop them by combining them with completely different elements, Kishiar realized that the answer he had been searching for might have been in the closest place. The person who made him realize this would never know this fact.

The emotional barrier that he had forcibly suppressed and blocked cracked. The emotions of the other person flowing in through the cracks were flickering and shaking wildly in shock and pain.

The process of getting entangled and intertwined was painful, let alone the process of tearing it apart.

Perhaps there could have been a better way. However, sometimes there were things that had to be done even if the result couldn't be guaranteed. That was the only thing that was undoubtedly certain.

The moment he realized he was connected with him vaguely came to mind.

The brief thought at that moment when he learned that a greater despair could befall a human facing death.

The first thing he thought was how far the impact of this connection would reach the other person. If he was in a normal state, he wouldn't know, but Kishiar La Orr was in a state of facing death again, which he thought he had avoided once.

If one of the two people bound together for an unknown reason dies, what reaction would the other experience? Although he didn't know, anyone could easily predict what the most likely outcome would be. If one of two objects tied together is dropped into the sea, it is natural for the other to be pulled and drown as well.

If that would happen even when physically tied, how much more so were they?

When they were far apart in distance, he knew that they could escape the influence to some extent, but he realized again that it was not enough to completely sever this connection. The terrible sight of him losing his reason and collapsing every time, eventually crossing the threshold of his bedroom, was the clearest evidence.

Then, could such a powerful influence cleanly fall away just because one side dies?

No.

Kishiar did not entertain any hopeful thoughts without basis.

What if the pain of dying with a force that might annihilate an entire region burst through this connection and reached the other side?

No, what if death itself could be transmitted?...

No matter what happened, there was a very high possibility that the one connected would also be affected the moment Kishiar died. That fact drove him into unfamiliar despair and fear, even in the face of death that had struck again.

How could the result of the greed he had tried for the last time be so tragic?

Wasn't it enough for him alone to be caught by the persistent and exasperating hand of death? The other person had too bright and brilliant a future to be helplessly taken away by it.

He remembered the faint joy he felt when he saw him at the moment he thought he had lost everything. He couldn't let the last possibility for the future he had once dreamed of disappear forever because of him.

He had already lost many things because of the hand he had reached out. So at least one thing, he wanted to make sure to deliver the future.

He couldn't be sure if this method would work out as he wanted, but it would still be better than him dying.

Thinking like that, Kishiar exerted even greater force.

'– – –'

The world shook. In the sensation of light and darkness flashing and intersecting in a dizzying manner, a scream-like pain struck his body. It seemed like he couldn't hear anything, but it also felt like everything was shouting so loudly that his head would burst, and his five senses were in such a mess that he could no longer properly perceive anything.

The pain of barely suppressing everything that seemed like it would explode at any moment.

It was difficult to continue his thoughts any further.

Living while feeling everything that made up himself collapse every day was a terrible thing. Kishiar, who had come this far by repeating it countless times, could no longer be sure of what kind of person he was before.

But he hadn't forgotten the purpose he had decided on at that time, so wouldn't that be enough?

Kishiar faintly exhaled his breath as if it would go out.

In the dizzying world, only the existence of the one connected to him was strangely clear.

The hand that never let go of the sword and gripped it tightly even when collapsed in pain.

Would it be a ridiculous deception to say that the sight that pierced his eyes so coldly was somehow more painful than the body rapidly heading towards death?

He had taught him not to let go of the weapon no matter what happened until it was resolved once it was drawn.

That hand that was keeping it even until this moment.

He couldn't take his eyes off it...

'Stop...!?'

" –Kishiar!"

Behind his figure shouting and getting up from the floor, a strange sight overlapped for a moment.

The one holding the sword was clearly here, but who was the same face behind him?

Wearing different clothes, shouting something with a pale, frightened face.

The space-time around him was distorted and twisted. For a moment, along with the sensation of time slowing down, his mind was violently shaken.

Ah. Kishiar finally suddenly realized who he was.

He had come to find 'Yuder' and grabbed the connection between them, the imprint, and was drawn into an unknown place. So this wasn't reality. This was, in other words.

'A dream.'

The unknown nightmare that he always forgot after waking up.

Was this the place?

The moment he realized, the power that had been fully exerted to sever the connection also stopped for a moment. The one who had rushed in with a sword roughly pushed Kishiar's body. The chair shook as if it would fall over, and the two bodies were shaken roughly.

As if bouncing off from that impact, Kishiar felt his consciousness separate. In the world that was sinking into darkness, the man with black hair who had climbed on top of the man with golden hair coughing and pressed his neck was shouting something.

'Why...!'

A terribly hoarse voice. For a moment, his heart ached as if pierced by that distorted face. The man with golden hair, wearing the same expression as Kishiar, looked up at the one on top of him with weakly furrowed eyes.

That bitter yet desperate gaze.

As the last thing he saw was him opening his mouth to say something, the world completely collapsed.

In the world like a black sea he had fallen and reached. Kishiar looked around, not caring about the darkness where he couldn't feel anything.

'Yuder.'

The one who had made him come this far was nowhere to be seen. He thought he had definitely seen him in the dream world earlier, but where had he gone?

He didn't know how Yuder recognized him when he was completely immersed in the dream, but Yuder seemed to know who he was calling at that time. It was embarrassing, but if it hadn't been for that call, he probably wouldn't have been able to find his consciousness so clearly.

'I have to go where he is.'

Because he had promised to be with him wherever he was. Nothing could take precedence over that proposition.

However, perhaps because this darkness was neither a dream nor reality. The imprint that used to appear whenever he strongly tried to find Yuder was not visible here.

Then how should he find him?

As if responding to that desperation deeper than all the emotions he had felt in the dream just now, something appeared faintly in the darkness. Kishiar, who reflexively turned his head towards that place, had a rare experience of his thoughts coming to a complete stop.

'...'

The fishy smell that made his spine chilly.

The unpleasant sensation that made the viewer instinctively feel that it was a wrongly existing being.

What was there was a pair of hands wearing white gloves.

"...I never thought I'd see you in a place like this."

There was no room for confusion. It was clearly the bizarre being that had appeared several times in Yuder's dreams. The moment he saw the hands of the same size as his own, an eerie sensation close to a shudder came over him.

The hands stayed still in front of Kishiar for a moment, then slowly opened one index finger towards somewhere. It was strange, but somehow he could understand what it meant even without any words.

Kishiar moved his steps to follow the hands that passed by him and went on.

Walking in the darkness was a very difficult and strenuous task. If he lost even a little strength, he felt a heavy pressure that seemed to crush him and throw him under the darkness, and even with the swordmaster's amazing five senses, he couldn't properly perceive his surroundings at all. He had to squeeze the pushing and pulling force to the limit to barely keep up, making him feel like a helpless young child.

Still, Kishiar kept going without stopping. The hands in white gloves would soon disappear as if they were far away if he slowed down even a little, but if he walked with difficulty, they would faintly reveal themselves again from somewhere.

How long had he walked like that? After a time that felt both very brief and eternal, he finally found the black-haired man beyond the black darkness.

He was quietly floating in the darkness as if he were asleep with his eyes closed.

'Ah.'

Kishiar felt a deep sense of relief and pulled Yuder into his arms. Only after finding Yuder did the golden threads finally appear as if seeping in and began to wrap around their bodies.

The stagnant darkness flowed. The pressure trying to pull his body also became so strong that it was impossible to overcome.

Kishiar no longer resisted that pressure and obediently surrendered his body.

As he fell violently and looked beyond the darkness, the white gloves were no longer visible...