Two completely opposite colors appeared in Animusfia's mind at the same time.
Without air or sea water, he fell through the cracks in the earth's crust.
Apart from the soil, the only thing filling the surrounding area is [ether].
The medium that transmits light and forms the elements of celestial bodies.
The ancients separated the earth from the celestial bodies and simply believed that the four elements of earth, water, wind, and fire constituted everything on the earth, while ether was the element that constituted the sky and stars.
However, the existence of [ether] cannot be proven in modern experiments.
Ordinary people may think that [ether] is just a fallacy of the ancients, but only a few people will know that it is "empty".
Something that actually exists but theoretically does not exist at all.
Science based on theory can recognize "imaginary numbers" that exist in theory but do not exist in reality.
Unfortunately, there is no theoretical "emptiness" that science cannot discover.
But the answer Animusfia longs for more is--is it light or darkness?
Animusfia couldn't react either.
The light was probably the detonated Gun of Ouranos.
What about darkness?
The answer that should have been obtained in an instant was yet to come to Animusfia's mind.
The fatigue of several days and the lack of oxygen simultaneously acted on his brain.
It's like a student who tries his best to control himself not to fall asleep in class, but still can't help but lose consciousness.
Animusfia's mind could no longer concentrate and think.
The darkness completely swallowed up the light.
Animusfia fell in the "empty" ground, letting gravity pull her body.
But in the darkness without reference, the fall itself is meaningless.
The resistance from "empty" finally allowed Animusfiya to find a balance with gravity and no longer accelerate.
It doesn't matter whether it falls or rises.
Without a reference object, there is no difference between uniform linear motion and rest. Animusfia has entered a different kind of "weightless" state.
Animusfia floated slowly in the darkness.
It's like being in "space"...but without the presence of starlight.
Without a comparison object, the concepts of time and space are infinitely blurred. Even if they were not blurred, Animusfia would probably not be able to understand them now.
“Don’t go gentle into that good night——————,”
The old man's voice reciting poems seemed to echo in Animusfia's ears.
A scene from the past when she was a student appeared before Animusfiya's eyes.
In the classroom in the afternoon, a slightly rickety old man drew something on the blackboard with his back turned.
It can be vaguely seen that before the years etched marks on his face, the old man was considered a handsome gentleman.
But the hair on the top of his head disappeared like a gentleman from Britain, not even the Mediterranean Sea remained.
The sunshine of spring and summer passes through the gaps in the leaves of ancient trees and falls on the ground and desks in the classroom.
It is said that there is a special term in Japanese to describe this scene.
"The old age shall burn and roar at sunset————,"
The semicircular classroom arranged in a staircase is like an art theater in ancient Rome. From every seat, you can overlook the lecturer standing in the center.
But there was only one student in the huge classroom, Animusfia.
"Rebuke, rebuke——————,"
The sound of the cane hitting the floor echoed in the empty classroom, as calming as the sound of wooden fish in a Zen garden.
"Rage against the death of the light."
Although the old man is short and stooped, he still stands at the lowest point in the classroom.
But in Animusfia's mind, the image of the old man was much higher than the highest point of the lecture hall.
Higher than anyone else.
It was so tall that Animusfia did not dare to get too close to the old man. Even if there was no one in the classroom, he would only sit in the middle row of seats not far away from the old man.
If all scientific researchers stand on the shoulders of giants, this old man is the giant of Animusfia.
"By Dylan Thomas, is this your teacher's favorite poem?"
The figure of the old man writing on the blackboard paused slightly, and then slowly turned around.
"Do you like it the most? If you say yes, there is no doubt that I like this poem. But if you say 'the most', my rusty old head can't confirm it."
"If the teacher's mind is rusty, I probably have no brains. But indeed, when it comes to the 'most', I'm afraid no one can give an absolute answer."
There are many things that people hate, and there are many things that people like.
Just classifying is very simple, but if you want to sort out the order, you have to think carefully.
"You know it very well."
The old man turned around and continued to calculate dizzying calculations on the blackboard.
Even Animusfia could only copy the writing on the blackboard into her notes without asking for any explanation, and then continue to think deeply when she had free time in private.
"But this poem really changed my life. If I didn't deeply understand this poem, at least I would never be here."
As the old man continued his calculations, he said to the students behind him without looking back:
"Then I really should thank this poem and Dylan Thomas."
"If you can lose your life because of alcoholism, that kid is no better than you. He just happened to write a few good poems."
Is it true that a person who was born at the beginning of the last century is just a young man in the eyes of an old man?
"Teacher, how old are you?"
"That's a meaningless question."
"....yes."
This is the unknown number of times that Animusfia has asked the old man this question, and the old man has also given the same answer to Animusfia for the unknown number of times.
"Although people in their old age know that darkness has reason,"
"Their words can no longer break out lightning,"
"But they never went gently into that good night."
Animusfia read the last few lines of the poem and seemed to have some enlightenment.
"This is probably the teacher you are talking about."
The old man did not answer him, but continued to calculate on the blackboard and recited poems in his mouth.
"Good people roll in the last wave, shouting glory,"
"Their fragile goodness danced in the green bay,"
"Rebuke, rebuke,"
"Rage against the death of the light."
angrily, angrily,
Rage against the death of that light.
Animusfia floats in the dark "space".
Memories of the past are like candles in the wind, dissipating under the waves.
The temperature returned from the body gradually decreased, and the remaining thoughts finally sank into darkness.
...
Dots of starlight shattered the boundless darkness.
"......long!"
A familiar voice seemed to ring in his ears again. It was different from the old voice of his mentor. This time, it sounded more like a young girl in her prime.
"Place.....!"
Who was it? Animusfia couldn't get an answer.
"Director!"
.......Ritsuka?
The one who called Animusfia was Fujimaru Ritsuka who traveled through the deep sea, broke through the earth's crust, and came to the void in the formation.
The moment the earth's crust was broken through magic, the girl was greeted by a translucent wave of magic.
A magical power that can turn everything into nothingness.
Thanks to Giorgios' spear, Fujimaru Ritsuka survived the impact.
But as a price, Giorgios' spear also shattered in an instant, turning into little stars that broke the darkness.
Although he was curious about how Animusfia survived, Fujimaru Ritsuka was now more concerned about how to save his own boss.
A flash of orange-red appeared vaguely in front of Animusfiya's eyes, and then another warm touch came from her mouth.
Animusfia's consciousness suddenly stopped here.
***********
When he woke up gasping for breath again, he could see the French sky again.
The huge halo outside the atmosphere reminded Animusfia of her situation.
On the girl's back, which is not too broad and is even somewhat slender, one can vaguely feel the softness of the skin through the fabric.
The beautiful scent of a girl lingered in Animusfia's nose.
But now Animusfia has no time to feel this, nor can she be ashamed of being carried by a girl on her back.
The pain from the broken right arm almost occupied his entire brain.
After the adrenaline secreted during injury is completely metabolized, neural signals reoccupy the high ground in the brain.
But if you really want to be patient, Animusfia can do it.
After all, what can I do if I can't bear it?
"Director, are you awake?"
"Ah, fortunately, I thought I wouldn't wake up again."
"Thank me."
“Words of thanks are never enough————————How did you do it?”
.....
After a moment of silence, Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly spoke.
"Do it with a believing heart."
Animusfia sighed deeply and then said:
"I didn't expect you to really learn it and use it like this. It's too late to say anything now."
Although the pain of the fracture was still very clear, the gravitational pull between Animusfia's upper and lower eyelids seemed to be stronger.
"Then, director————"
"What?"
"Can you teach me magic now?"
"You can learn it without teaching it, right?"
"Is that a promise?"
.......
Fujimaru Ritsuka's expected reply did not reach her ears.
"Director?"
The girl turned her head and looked at Animusfia behind her.
At this time, Animusfia had already ignored the pain and fell back to sleep under the attack of fatigue.
Feeling the steady breathing on her back, a smile appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips.
"I'll take it as your promise."
.....
do not go gentle into that good night,
Do not go gentle into that good night,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Rage, rage against the death of that light.
[Volume 1, The Hundred Years' War of Evil Dragons, End] This chapter has been completed!