Clasping her small hands in front of her chest, Beatrice mouthed something under her breath. And, with a single phrase, the world was painted over.
Beatrice: “――Ul Shamak.”
When he came to his senses, Subaru was surrounded by pitch blackness.
Subaru: “――――?”
Actually, even whether he was conscious was uncertain.
Where was he? Was he standing or was he seated? He couldn’t tell at all.
Up, down, left, right, even front or back was vague. Was he inhaling or was he exhaling? Was his blood still flowing? Was his heart still beating? Was he alive? Or was he already dead?
He couldn’t understand a thing. He couldn’t answer any of it. If he was inside his own Shamak, there would still be the sensations at the soles of his feet, and he could at least feel the movements inside his body. Even if he was denied all sensory input, there would still be his sharpened inner awareness to take its place.
But not in this darkness.
Here, it was as if he had dissolved into the shadow, and he couldn’t find himself if he tried.
Was he still in the form of a human? He could no longer be sure. He couldn’t sense the whereabouts of his hands, and so he couldn’t even touch himself to verify. Even if he wanted to check where he was, he wouldn’t know how to tell his legs to walk. What does it mean to walk? What does it mean to check?
――Most of all, just who was he supposed to be?
The line where he stopped and where others began was blurring.
The line where he stopped and where the world began was blurring.
Even the strength to think had melted away. Faded. Vanished.
And just like this, and just like this, and just like this――
The end had come―
The end had―
The end―
