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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 240: Successor (2)

Chapter 240: Successor (2)

Rumble-rumble-rumble-!‍

A violent tremor was‍​⁠ occurring beneath the​‌ bright roots of‍ the World Tree.h​‌

The‍ vibration was a gesture made by‍ the World Tree⁠‍‍ as it attempted‍ to rise, and⁠ it was also​ a rough roar‍‍‍ made by a dragon-slaying sword trying​‍‌ to connect two​‌‍ worlds.

“Oh…”‍

The‌​ elven elders, watching​‍ the world being⁠‌ created once again,​⁠ opened their mouths‌‍⁠ in astonishment.

A conical world that⁠⁠ filled the interior‍‌​ of the young‌‍⁠ World Tree.

The‌ sight of the​‍ barrier ceremony constructed⁠⁠ over countless years⁠ slowly falling was‍‍ extremely tense and‌‌‍ stirred a strange​ emotion.

“At‍‍‍ last!”

Finally,⁠ the elves’ barrier,‍‍​ touching the dragon-slaying‌‌ sword, began to​‌ slowly melt away.​‍‌

The‍​⁠ barrier formula, which‌ had started to‌‍‌ melt from the⁠ bottom and turn⁠ into a bright⁠ powder, became a single line and‍​‍ slowly engraved itself⁠​ on the surface​ of the sword,‌‍ regardless of its⁠ massive volume.

“It’s‍​ done. It’s done!”‌​

Cries​ of joy began‍‍⁠ to erupt from‌‌ the mouths of​ the elders who‌⁠​ witnessed this.

Because‌​ it looked completely​​ different from the​‌​ swords they had​‌ seen before.

Unlike‍ other swords, the‌ Dragon Slayer Sword‍ neither exploded nor⁠ was crushed; it⁠‌ remained still, clearly⁠‌ displaying its original‌​ silver color.

Wuuung!‌‍​ Wuuung!

Even‌‌‌ though the crude⁠‍ techniques carving into‍‍ its body were​​​ painful.

Though⁠​ the ritual invading‌‌ its body was‍ agonizing, the Dragon‌‌‍ Slayer Sword stood​ firm, enduring it⁠‌‌ all.

Because‌‍ for this sword,‍‍​ born from the​ light of the⁠‌⁠ stars, the endangered​​‌ land was its‍​⁠ home, the place​​ where it had‍ been created.

“…”​​

But​ Vlad’s expression, as​ he listened to‍‌‍ the sword’s groans,‍‌ grew increasingly grim.‍‍

The​​⁠ elders may not​ have realized it,‌‌ but Vlad, who‍ shared the same‌ world as the‌⁠ Dragon Slayer Sword,⁠​ understood that his‍⁠ sword had reached‍‌‌ its limit.

And‍​ just as he‍ feared, the conical‌ world descending began‌⁠‌ to tilt slowly.‍​‍

Rumble-!‌

It‌ wasn’t a sound​‌ heard with the‌⁠ ears, but a collapse felt through⁠ the soul.

Seeing‌‌ the conical world‍ lose its balance‍‌ like a falling​ tree, the faces‌‍‌ of the elders,⁠​ which had been⁠‍​ filled with joy,⁠​ turned pale.

Old‌ Geronimo, who had‍ been watching the‌‌​ scene, exhaled a sigh of despair,‌​‌ struggling to accept⁠⁠‍ what he was‍ witnessing.

“No…‌⁠⁠ No.”

However,​‌ despite his fervent‍⁠ cries, the elves’‍​ world was becoming⁠‍ increasingly perilous.

The​⁠‍ dragon-slaying sword holding‌​⁠ it up was​‌ struggling to maintain⁠ balance, but the‍⁠ duty it had‍ to accept was‌ heavy, and the‌⁠⁠ world it had⁠ to support was​⁠ too overwhelming.

Rumble!‍‌​

The⁠ young World Tree​‌‌ wept as it⁠​ watched the elves’‍‍‌ world tilt toward​ it, unable to⁠ extend a branch‌‌ to support it.⁠​

Not‌​ yet fully connected,‌‌ the young World​‌‌ Tree could only‌​‍ tremble as it⁠ observed the collapse‍‍​ of the elves’‍ world.

***​‌

Grrr-!‌‍

Graaah!​‍

The‍⁠ vibrations coming from‍‍⁠ the forest were⁠⁠​ unusual.

This‍​ was because there‌⁠ were not only​⁠ vibrations beneath the​ ground, but there⁠ were also beings‍⁠​ trampling the earth.⁠‍​

“There‍‍ are too many!‍‌‍ Captain!”

“The​ traps are useless!”⁠

There‍ were corpses running,‌ turning the green‌‍ forest completely black.‍‌⁠

They​ ran randomly, with​‍ their pure white⁠⁠ wings shining, ignoring‍‌ the arrows fired‌ by the elves,‌⁠ and heading only⁠‍ toward one place.​​

Boom!‌‍​ Crash!

The⁠ sound of traps⁠​ collapsing echoed throughout‍​ the forest.

Despite‍ falling into deep⁠ pits or being‌​ impaled by wooden‍⁠ spears, the black⁠ wave heading towards‌‌ Ausurin showed no​​‌ signs of stopping.‍​‍

“…Retreat!”⁠‌

There‌‍⁠ was no need‌ to check it‌ in advance.

After⁠ confirming that the​⁠​ first line to⁠ block the intruders​⁠‌ had been broken,‍ the leader gritted⁠ his teeth and‍​ lit the beacon​ next to him.‌‌

“Everyone‌‌ retreat! Regroup at​‍ the second line!”‌

The​‍‍ elves who had⁠‍‍ gone out to‍ intercept following the​‍‌ leader’s order quickly‍‍⁠ began to retreat.‌‍‍

However,‍​ the black waves​​ of corpses approaching​‍​ with no time‍ to breathe had⁠ such intense speed‍⁠‌ that even the⁠ agility of the‌ elves could not‌ outrun them.

Screech!​

“Damn‌ it, they’re already‍‌ here!”

There​ was black smoke⁠⁠‍ rising above someone’s‍ screams.

The‌⁠​ smoke seen in‍ Ausurin rose much‍ faster than Baradis⁠​​ had anticipated.

“I‌​‌ see smoke. Lord⁠‍​ Baradis.”

“…”​‌

Baradis,​​‍ who was observing​⁠ the situation in⁠⁠‌ front of the‍ wooden fence, bit‌‍ his lip when‍​ he heard a report beside him.⁠​

“We’ve⁠​ received word that​ enemies have been​​​ found at the‍ second line!”

“Captain,‌⁠ they report that‍‍ not a single‍​‍ soldier from the‌⁠⁠ first line has‌​ arrived.”

Hearing‍‌‌ that not a single soldier had⁠ managed to regroup,‌‌‌ Baradis’s expression grew‍⁠‌ even more tense.⁠‌‌

Although⁠‍ the personnel were‍ selected so strictly‍​ that they were​⁠​ placed on the‍ most dangerous first​​‍ line, the speed⁠ of the enemy’s‌ advance easily surpassed‌​​ Baradis’s expectations.

‘…This​‌⁠ doesn’t make sense.’​‌

He‍​ had tried to⁠ slow down the⁠ enemy with arrows‌ and traps.

Baradis‍‍‌ had attempted to⁠⁠ buy as much‍ time as possible⁠ before the enemies​‍‍ reached Ausurin, but‍ his attempts had‍‌ been in vain​ from the start.‌‌

‘And‍‌‌ there are too‌ many of them.’‍​

The‌ forest was like‍‌ a natural castle‌​ wall, but even‌​ this dense forest​‌‍ was not enough‍‌‌ to block the‌ thousands of corpses​⁠ unleashed by the‌​ evil people.

To⁠ make matters worse,⁠‍ the corpses seemed‍‍ to know exactly‌‌ where to go,‌⁠⁠ running straight toward​‌⁠ the elves without⁠ getting lost in‍ the labyrinthine paths⁠ of the forest.‍

“It’s‌‍ dark magic.”

At​ that moment, a low voice was​ heard behind Baradis.​

It‌⁠‌ was the voice‌ of the Great⁠ Mother of the‌​‌ Ruga tribe, holding‌ a pipe in⁠⁠​ her mouth.

“Walking​‍ in darkness means‌‍ they don’t need​‌​ to find the⁠​ right path.”

Although​ it is an‌ evil being, dark‍​ magic also has​‌ its origin in‍ mystery.

The‌​‌ Great Mother of⁠ the Ruga tribe⁠‌ shook the ash​‌‍ from the pipe⁠ as if she⁠​ didn’t like their‌ methods, which only⁠ her companions could‍⁠​ recognize.

“How‍⁠​ many more enemies‌ do you think‍ will come?”

“…Let⁠‍ me see.”

Although⁠‌ they were not‍⁠​ yet comrades or⁠⁠ comrades-in-arms, the Great‌⁠​ Mother decided to​‌⁠ grant Baradis’s request.​

Because⁠⁠ behind the Ausurin​‍ fence they now‌⁠ had their backs‌‍‌ to, not only‌‍ were the elves​ but also the‍ precious children of⁠ the Ruga clan.⁠

Huff-‌

Thick⁠‍‍ smoke filled the‌‌‍ air as the‍​‌ Great Mother exhaled​ deeply.

Her⁠‌‌ breath, carried by​‌ the wind, had​ already crossed the⁠ forest and was​‍ heading towards the​ human army outside.‌⁠

“I⁠⁠⁠ can’t believe so​⁠⁠ many warlocks have⁠‍‍ gathered.”

Beyond​‌ the forest seen‍ through the mystery,‌ warlocks who seemed​ to be dozens‌ of years old⁠ stood side by​⁠‌ side.

They‍‌​ were reciting strange​‍⁠ spells to conform​‍ to the world​​​ they had built.‍

However,⁠ the Great Mother‍​ of the Ruga‌​ family could spot‍‍‍ among them a woman exuding a strong presence.

‘Is​​‍ it that woman?’⁠‌

She​‍ was a woman​‌ dressed in black⁠⁠ mourning clothes who⁠‍‌ seemed unusual at⁠⁠ first glance.

Although‍ it was impossible‍​ to see her⁠⁠​ in detail because​⁠ she was covered‌ by a thick‌‍ veil, her beauty‌‍‍ could be guessed‌⁠ just by looking​‌ at her bright‍⁠ red lips.

“…!!”​​

The‍ Great Mother of‍ the Ruga family,⁠‌​ who was looking‍⁠‌ at the woman,‍ stopped breathing for‍‍‌ a moment as‌⁠ a chill ran‌‌ down her spine.​‍⁠

Because‍ the woman smiled​ as if she​ had noticed the‌⁠‍ Great Mother’s gaze.‌

“Hello.”‌‌

Seeing⁠‍⁠ her smile pale‍ as a corpse‌‌ and making eye‍​‌ contact with her,‍‍‌ the Great Mother‌ of the Ruga⁠ family quickly waved⁠​‌ her hand and‍ began to disperse‍ the accumulated smoke.⁠​‍

“For⁠ God’s sake…”

“What’s⁠ happening?”

Baradis⁠ asked, looking at‍⁠‍ the Great Mother‌ who had suddenly⁠ become agitated, but‌⁠​ she said nothing‌​‍ and only stood‍ up with her‍‍ staff.

“She’s‍‌​ a powerful sorceress.‍⁠ I’ve never seen‍ anything like her.”‌

“…”‌‍

“It‌⁠ will be difficult,‍‍ both for you‌​‍ and for me.”⁠⁠‍

With⁠‌⁠ the Great Mother’s⁠‌‌ words, the sound​‍‍ of vibrations on​​ the ground was‌ getting closer and‍​ closer.

Baradis,​⁠‍ who heard that‌ loud sound, was​ convinced that even‌ the second line​ he had prepared‌ would soon collapse.⁠‍

***​

“…Now.”​⁠

Old⁠​ Geronimo sighed as​ he watched his‍‌‍ world crumble.

At‍ that moment when‍ he had to⁠​‍ give up everything,⁠‌ Geronimo could feel‍ a breeze of‌‍‌ wind pass by⁠‌ his shoulders.

“Agh!”‌‌‍

It⁠​⁠ was a wind​‍ created by a man who rushed​ to the altar‍‌ without anyone stopping‍‍ him.

Vlad‌​ climbed the altar​ with the wind​​‍ and held his⁠ sword with a familiar hand.

“…Why‌ does this hurt‍⁠ so much?”

Although​​‌ the pain, like⁠ a stabbing sensation‍ piercing his hands,‍ was intense, Vlad‍⁠‍ did not let‌⁠ go of the​​ sword.

The‍ elders were so‍‌ shocked to see‌ Vlad pulling back⁠ the dragon-slaying sword⁠⁠‍ that was slowly⁠‍ falling that they​​​ couldn’t even scream‍‌‌ and simply opened⁠ their mouths wide.‌​

[Get⁠‍‌ out now! This⁠ ritual is too‌ strong for the‍‌‌ human body!]

Even​⁠​ Kihano, horrified by⁠‌‍ Vlad’s impulsive action,​⁠ told him to⁠​ let go of⁠ the sword, but⁠‌ Vlad kept trying‍‍‌ to lift the​​ dangerously tilting Dragon⁠ Slayer Sword.

“Then‌ what am I supposed to do?!‌ This is our​ last chance!”

As​​‍ Vlad said, the‍ cone shining inside⁠ the World Tree​‍ was truly the‍​ last chance to‍​⁠ contain the hopes​⁠⁠ of the elves.‌⁠​

Vlad​​ knew very well⁠ that if this⁠‍⁠ barrier ceremony failed,​⁠ the only thing⁠⁠ that could protect‍ Ausurin would be​​ the hastily built​⁠‌ fence by Baradis,‍ and even that‍⁠‍ wouldn’t hold for⁠‍​ long.

[…But!]‍

But‍‍‌ it shouldn’t be⁠⁠​ done this way.​

What​⁠​ was visible was⁠ a dragon-slaying sword,​ but the essence‌ of what the‍‍​ sword was trying‍ to contain was‍⁠ the world of‍ the young World‌ Tree.

The‌⁠ magic of the​⁠​ elves was an⁠ attempt to succeed,‍‍ so what Vlad⁠‍​ was trying to‍ create now was⁠ not just a sword but a world as vast⁠​‌ and deep as‌ Ausurin.

“Human‌ knight! Step away‍⁠ immediately!”

“If‍ you stay there,‍⁠​ you’ll be crushed​⁠‍ by the presence!”​⁠‍

Rumble-!⁠

With‍‍‍ the elders’ shouts,⁠⁠⁠ the tremors underground⁠​ became more intense.‍

It‌ was the earth’s​⁠‌ cry, unable to‍ bear the increasingly⁠ heavy world.

“Aaahh!”‌​

However,‍ Vlad simply held‍​ his sword and​⁠ continued pushing it‌⁠ as if he⁠ couldn’t hear anything.⁠‍⁠

Vlad’s⁠‌ golden world, instinctively⁠⁠ closed, shone as‌⁠⁠ if it were‍ about to explode,‍‍‍ but as if‍​ that wasn’t enough,⁠‍⁠ Vlad’s toes were​​⁠ gradually being pushed‍​​ back.

[Close​​‍ your eyes!]

“I​ already have them​⁠‌ closed!”

[Close​⁠ your right eye‌ too!]

You‍​ must build it‌ through the world​‍​ you have, not​⁠​ through your body.‌‍​

However,‌ since Vlad had‍⁠ already opened his​ world with all‍‌ his might, the​‍‍ only person who⁠ could help Vlad’s⁠ world, now trying⁠ to lift the​​‌ sword, was Kihano,⁠⁠ who lived within.⁠

“Damn‍ it!”

With⁠ his left eye​‍ closed, Vlad saw‍‌⁠ his own world,​ and with his⁠​ right eye open,‍ he saw the‌ real world.

That‌‍ was the balance‌⁠‍ he had been​ taught, the only‍‍⁠ way not to⁠‌‌ lose himself in​‍ his own world.​‍‌ But there was⁠ no other option‍​‍ now.

[Slowly.​⁠ Take a deep‍ breath.]

When​ Vlad closed his‍‌ right eye and‌‌⁠ detached from reality,​‌‍ all he could⁠‌‍ see was total​‍ darkness.

But​ at that very‌⁠ moment, the elders⁠‍ nearby saw a figure emerge from‌⁠‍ Vlad’s closed eye.‍​

Although‍ it was faint,​‍ the figure seemed‍⁠ to be helping​‌⁠ Vlad lift the‍‍ sword that was‌⁠ collapsing beside him.‌

[Look‍‌ through the sword​‍ you are holding.]​‌

Vlad,​​​ looking through his‍‌‌ sword, saw the‍ small root of​​⁠ the young World⁠⁠‍ Tree trying to⁠ enter this world.​⁠‌

The​‍ World Tree, which​ only had a young priestess as‌ its sole passage‍⁠‌ into the world,⁠ was trying to‌ create another passage⁠ called the Dragon​​ Slayer Sword to​ avoid a crisis⁠​⁠ in the land⁠ where it was‍⁠‍ rooted.

[Can‍ you see it‌‍‍ now?]

It‍⁠​ was my world⁠‌‌ that I couldn’t‍‌ control and was‌ sinking into deeply,​ but Kihano’s voice,‌‌​ firmly established, remained‌⁠‍ above.

Vlad​​⁠ lifted his head⁠‌‌ following the voice​ and could see‍⁠‍ a small root​⁠‍ twisting above him.‌‌​

[Bring​ that guy here.]‍

Kihano’s⁠⁠⁠ voice was growing⁠⁠ more distant, but​ Vlad could understand‌‌ what he was‌‌‌ trying to say.​​​

My​⁠‌ world was like‌ a brush painting‌ the world, but‍‌⁠ it could also‌ be a pure‌ white drawing paper‍‌ for someone else.​​

Seeing‌‍ the green world‍ he wished to‌ paint through it,‌ Vlad reached out⁠ with all his​‍ might.

***‍‍

Boom!​ Crash! Boom!

The⁠⁠ noise from the⁠⁠ wooden fence trembling‍ was loud.

Even‍⁠ the large wooden‍​ fence shook due⁠ to the brutal‌ onslaughts that no‍ living being could‌‌ execute.

Screech!​​⁠

Screech!‌⁠

“Captain!”‍

A corpse had wedged‍ itself between them,⁠⁠ baring its teeth‌ fiercely.

Its‌‌ head was half-crushed,‍‍ but it had⁠⁠​ managed to create​‍ a gap, and‌​ the space was‍ widening as its⁠ head violently smashed‍‌⁠ against the fence,‌⁠ paying no heed​ to its own‌ body.

“Don’t⁠ fall back! This‌⁠ is the last‌ place we can​‌ hold!”

Now‍‌​ that the second‍ line, which had​‌⁠ been painstakingly built,​‌‌ had collapsed, leaving​⁠‍ only the barrier‍ that could be⁠ considered the last⁠​​ bastion, the only‍ thing Baradis could​ tell the elves⁠ was not to‌‍‍ retreat.

Huff-!⁠

A dense smoke began‍​ to fill the‍‍​ air as the‌⁠‍ Great Mother exhaled‍‍⁠ laboriously.

The⁠‍‌ Great Mother of‍‍​ the Ruga clan‌ exhaled with effort,⁠‍ filling the air‌ with thick smoke.⁠​⁠ Her smoke, so⁠‌ suffocating that even‍‌⁠ the dead recoiled,‍ only created a brief respite.

Boom!‌⁠ Boom! Boom!

At‍ that moment, something‌‌⁠ could be seen‍ through the gap‍⁠ where the corpses‌⁠⁠ had escaped.

A massive figure, clearly‌ visible even in​ the low visibility,‌​ obscured by the‌ smoke.

The‌‌​ corpse looked as⁠ if it had‍ been formed by​⁠‍ smashing everything together,‌​ a sight nauseating‍ just to behold,‍⁠ but the impact‌ that the enormous‌⁠ body would cause⁠‍​ was likely very‌‍‍ real.

“That‍‌⁠ damn thing is⁠‌ coming!”

“Everyone,​ reinforce the fence!​‌ It must not⁠ collapse!”

Everyone‍​ knew that even⁠ the slightest hole⁠ must not be​‌ created.

Because​⁠ right now, a lot of rotting⁠ water was flowing‌​ through that gap.‍​

“Fire‍‍‌ the arrows!”

“What​‌⁠ the hell are‍‌​ the druids doing?!”‍​‍

As​‌ if someone’s shout‍‍ was a signal,​‍​ a herd of⁠ boars began to‍‌ charge from the⁠ forest towards the‌⁠‍ enormous, terrifying, ragged​⁠‍ corpse.

The‍​ formation threatening the​ fence was greatly​‍ shaken by the⁠ sudden appearance of‍⁠ the boars, but⁠‌ not even the‍​ powerful charge of‌‍​ the boars could⁠​ stop the movement​ of the massive⁠ ragged corpse, as‍​ if the limitations‌‍ of its weight​​‍ class were inevitable.‍‌‌

Crack!‌

The​‍ fence that the⁠ elves had painstakingly‌ erected fell backward‌‍‍ due to the⁠⁠⁠ creature’s abrupt charge.‌

Graaah-!‍‌

The⁠‍​ fence had been⁠​ breached.

Although‌ it was a fence deeply embedded‌‍‍ in preparation for‍ this very situation,‍⁠⁠ one side collapsed⁠‍ as if it⁠ couldn’t withstand the​ attack of the​‌‍ shattered corpses, which‍⁠​ were more vicious‌‌ than any siege⁠⁠ weapon.

“Stop‌⁠ them!”

“They‍ must not get⁠‌ through!”

Everyone⁠⁠ began rushing out‍⁠‍ to close the​‍ gap that was⁠‌ finally forming.

In‍⁠​ a desperate effort⁠ to block the‌‌ breach, the elves‍ and warriors of‍‌ the Ruga clan​ launched themselves into‌⁠⁠ the attack, fiercely​ brandishing their weapons.⁠ But the breach,‍‌ like a broken‍‍‌ dam, couldn’t contain‌ the wave surging‌‌ towards Ausurin.

Screech!‍‌

The‌‌ dead, who had‌‌ been held back​⁠⁠ by the fence,​⁠ were now slipping‍ through the gap,‍⁠‌ advancing towards Ausurin.‌​‍

The‍‍ tide, too strong‌​⁠ to be contained,‍​⁠ was sweeping away‍​‍ the defenders trying‍‍​ to hold it‌​ back.

“Damn⁠⁠⁠ it!”

Boom!⁠​

Baradis’s​ left eye burned⁠​‌ with intensity as​⁠⁠ he watched the​‌‍ scene unfold.

However,⁠‍‌ the pentagram engraved⁠⁠ in his left​ eye alone wasn’t‌‍ enough to stop‌​‍ the influx of‍​‍ corpses.

“No!”⁠⁠

Black​‌ waves began to‍ invade the world​ of the elves​‌​ after Baradis’s single⁠‍ cry.

The⁠​⁠ cursed beings advanced,⁠ leaving nothing in‌ their wake as⁠ they moved towards‍‍ Ausurin.

“…Lower.”⁠‌​

At‌ that critical moment,⁠‍ as the venomous‍ fangs of the‍​⁠ cursed beings loomed​‍⁠ over Ausurin, a green wave spread⁠ out silently.

Swish-!‍​‌

A wave that began‍​‌ to spread gently,​ like the autumn‌ wind passing through​‍ a wheat field.‌​

The⁠​​ green wave, which‌‍⁠ started with someone’s‍‍⁠ sword strike, followed​ the flowing wind,‌​​ quietly cutting through‍​ the corpses and⁠​‌ moving toward the‍‌ fallen wooden fence.⁠​⁠

“Vlad?”​‍

What⁠ came at the‍​‍ end of the‌ calm waves was‍ only the clear⁠ silence that enveloped⁠ the forest.

Baradis,‌ who recognized the​​ person who created​​ the wave, raised‌‍ his eyes in⁠‍ surprise, but Vlad,​⁠ with his eyes‌⁠ closed, didn’t acknowledge⁠‌‍ him and was‌‌⁠ only smiling serenely.⁠

“Yes.​ That’s it.”

Now,‍⁠‍ speaking with the​ voice of the‍​ World Tree, audible‌⁠ only in his‍‌‍ own world.

Vlad⁠​​ was smiling as‌​ new inscriptions shone⁠ on the blade‌ of his sword,‌⁠‍ inscriptions that hadn’t​‍ been there before.​

“Take‌‌ root once more.”⁠

Rumble-!‌

With​‍ Vlad’s words, the‌‌ green wave began‌ to paint his‍ world into reality.‌

The​⁠​ world of the‍⁠ World Tree, represented⁠⁠ through Vlad’s sword⁠‌​ instead of the⁠ young priestess, was​​ all green and‍ all blue.

Seeing‌‍‍ the color that‌‍ began to emerge⁠⁠ from Vlad’s sword,​ Baradis could only‍​​ stare in awe⁠‌‍ as the spectacle‍ unfolded before his​ eyes.

“What⁠⁠‍ the hell is​ this…”

The​⁠⁠ wooden fence was‍‍ rising.

Though‌‍ shattered and scarred,⁠ the new green⁠‌ leaves emerging were​‍ healing the trees’‌ wounds.

The‍​ resurrected corpses, who‍‌ had until now‍‌ advanced relentlessly, stood⁠‍⁠ still, astonished at​​ the sight of​ the fence rising⁠​ once again.

However,‌​​ Vlad, who in‌ reality couldn’t see​‍‌ the scene, simply‌​​ nodded and smiled‌‍​ as if he‌​ now understood.

“Ah,⁠⁠ so this is​ the color.”

A world that could‌ only be understood​‍ with closed eyes.‌

Vlad,‍‌ now in someone‍‌ else’s world, not⁠⁠ in reality, clung‍ to a small‌‌‍ root and looked‌​‌ at a world⁠‌​ full of green‍​⁠ light.

Do‍⁠ not pull out⁠‌‌ the sword that​⁠ I have driven​‍‌ in.

Until‍ the children stop⁠ starving, until the‍‌ young tree before‍ me can fully‌​ take root.

But⁠ now Vlad had‍​ drawn the sword‍​ and taken hold​​⁠ of the World⁠ Tree’s root.

And‍​‍ so, now it‍‌‍ was time to⁠​ cut down those‌ hungry corpses that‌⁠⁠ were eyeing the‍‍​ children.

“So,‍ what should I draw this time?”​

When‍‌ Vlad opened his‍ right eye to‌‌ do so, the‌⁠​ world was filled‍‍‍ with green.

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