The endless wasteland was covered with corpses and bloodstains.
It was the day before the final battle. After much deliberation, I went to Emma to ask for an anesthetic, and I lost consciousness again. And when I came to, I was here.
The boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness.
It was unbelievable that such a vast space existed within a mere human’s mind. I had come and gone from this place several times, but I had never seen the end of this wasteland.
How long had I been staring blankly at the horizon at dusk.
A tone as dry as the wasteland’s soil rustled in my ear.
“Don’t be too curious.”
Hearing those words, I flinched in surprise and turned around. There, as always, was a man with weary eyes, holding a single sword.
Tattered armor and a worn cloak. Gear that wouldn’t be strange to…