Story Reader / Floating Record / ER12 Spark to Wildfire

She's razor-sharp.

Your sharpness, too, will inevitably be dulled until you reach the tragic end that awaits you.

She blinks, and the old, ugly figure flashes away. Sitting across from her now is only a "new generation" human still studying at the military academy, looking at her with eyes full of curiosity.

Just a lonely, vulnerable human who hasn't even graduated yet, without a proper weapon, injured and unsteady on their feet.

That old man who used to sit in the corner? They died yesterday.

Just as you said, this was your first time setting foot on real ground, your first time witnessing such a scene, your first time experiencing these emotions.

I don't want to stand by and make a decision I'm bound to regret.

Through the eyes of the Punishing, the Old Human's body appears as if molded by spiraling threads of silk, emitting a faint glow.

Strong hands press down on your chest, again and again, forcibly establishing a normal heartbeat.

It's our turn now to fight desperately just to "stay alive."

She knows the melting snow will turn to mud, making this desperate winter escape even more difficult. This struggling convoy cannot withstand another attack.

Heroes were always born from disasters, especially this time, when the red-hair Death is willing to let the hero have its flesh and blood.

The auditorium spotlights were rather stingy, casting their beams upon only a lucky few.

We were once collaborators with aligned goals, but now it seems the time has come for us to part ways.

Is the rope even that long?

It touches upon your love.

The metallic scent of iron envelops you as her long hair cascades past your ears, gathering in the hollow of your neck.

I'll let myself be carried away by "heroism" for the ending I desire...!

Just like before... Use me completely, burn me thoroughly, and be sure to turn these small sparks into a raging wildfire.

Dear Valkyrie, please wake up.

The debts I had to repay, I've repaid. The vengeance I had to seek, I've sought. The path I had to walk, I'm still walking.

Captain, what lies beyond the sandstorm?

one way out

He has finally grown accustomed to Babylonia's warm sunlight.

If this world no longer has a cliff, then I will become the world's cliff.