Chapter 250: - voice
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It was definitely Taura's voice, though it was mixed with noise.
"Taura! Are you okay? Where are you?"
I looked up with a start and hung on to Taura's sword.
Is it really Rust? Suddenly I heard a voice from the knife. I... am... safe..."
Taura's voice is heard intermittently as the blink of a pure light piercing the tip of the sword.
"It's so cold here, it's hard to breathe... and it's so dark..."
Soon, however, the frequency of the interruptions increased and the voices became quieter and quieter.
"─ ─ The glaring light ────"
Then, the sound is cut off.
Only a buzzing noise is heard, and then even the noise disappears completely.
Only the deafening sound of breathing from a short distance away breaks the silence that has come.
"Taura! Taura! Can you hear me?
I asked, then strained to listen, but there was no further response.
I grasped Taura's sword tightly and firmly.
The lump of pure light that pierced the tip of the sword was one or two times smaller than at first.
I slowly pull out Taura's sword from the ground and put it into my backpack carefully and carefully. The sword, named by Taura as Hinageshi, is handled as if it were the delicate and delicate flower of Hinageshi, from which it was derived.
A small lump of jokou still remains at his feet. It seems to be bound by a spell, unable to disappear.
I put a curse on my right hand, grab it with a jerk, and stuff it into a spare bottle for the potion. When I put the lid on, I wrap the scroll of the seal around it and dip my index finger into the pool of my own blood on the ground to add the curse to the seal.
This might be useful for something. And then there's that.
I look at the pitch-black thing that is huddled and breathing continuously.
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It was definitely Taura's voice, though it was mixed with noise.
"Taura! Are you okay? Where are you?"
I looked up with a start and hung on to Taura's sword.
Is it really Rust? Suddenly I heard a voice from the knife. I... am... safe..."
Taura's voice is heard intermittently as the blink of a pure light piercing the tip of the sword.
"It's so cold here, it's hard to breathe... and it's so dark..."
Soon, however, the frequency of the interruptions increased and the voices became quieter and quieter.
"─ ─ The glaring light ────"
Then, the sound is cut off.
Only a buzzing noise is heard, and then even the noise disappears completely.
Only the deafening sound of breathing from a short distance away breaks the silence that has come.
"Taura! Taura! Can you hear me?
I asked, then strained to listen, but there was no further response.
I grasped Taura's sword tightly and firmly.
The lump of pure light that pierced the tip of the sword was one or two times smaller than at first.
I slowly pull out Taura's sword from the ground and put it into my backpack carefully and carefully. The sword, named by Taura as Hinageshi, is handled as if it were the delicate and delicate flower of Hinageshi, from which it was derived.
A small lump of jokou still remains at his feet. It seems to be bound by a spell, unable to disappear.
I put a curse on my right hand, grab it with a jerk, and stuff it into a spare bottle for the potion. When I put the lid on, I wrap the scroll of the seal around it and dip my index finger into the pool of my own blood on the ground to add the curse to the seal.
This might be useful for something. And then there's that.
I look at the pitch-black thing that is huddled and breathing continuously.
It was definitely Taura's voice, though it was mixed with noise."Taura! Are you okay? Where are you?"I looked up with a start and hung on to Taura's sword.Is it really Rust? Suddenly I heard a voice from the knife. I... am... safe..."Taura's voice is heard intermittently as the blink of a pure light piercing the tip of the sword."It's so cold here, it's hard to breathe... and it's so dark..."Soon, however, the frequency of the interruptions increased and the voices became quieter and quieter." The glaring light "Then, the sound is cut off.Only a buzzing noise is heard, and then even the noise disappears completely.Only the deafening sound of breathing from a short distance away breaks the silence that has come."Taura! Taura! Can you hear me?I asked, then strained to listen, but there was no further response.I grasped Taura's sword tightly and firmly.The lump of pure light that pierced the tip of the sword was one or two times smaller than at first.I slowly pull out Taura's sword from the ground and put it into my backpack carefully and carefully. The sword, named by Taura as Hinageshi, is handled as if it were the delicate and delicate flower of Hinageshi, from which it was derived.A small lump of jokou still remains at his feet. It seems to be bound by a spell, unable to disappear.I put a curse on my right hand, grab it with a jerk, and stuff it into a spare bottle for the potion. When I put the lid on, I wrap the scroll of the seal around it and dip my index finger into the pool of my own blood on the ground to add the curse to the seal.This might be useful for something. And then there's that.I look at the pitch-black thing that is huddled and breathing continuously.
