Things That Could Change the World

Green.

An eerie green hue filled every direction, yet the air brimmed with the blazing heat that should have belonged to crimson flames. The bubbling swamp mud was like molten lava, carrying terrifying temperatures that warped even the air before the eyes.

Lomon walked through this dreadful swamp with apparent nonchalance, a blade in each hand.

Though his posture seemed loose and his pace unhurried, every function of his body had been adjusted to its optimal state for dealing with sudden danger.

His leather armor was already tattered beyond repair, and his body was covered in wounds. Most especially, the ghastly gash across his chest and abdomen looked as though a fearsome beast's claw had nearly ripped him open. Lomon's breathing had grown somewhat ragged, yet the hand gripping his blades remained steady.

Suddenly, several towering, horrifying figures sprang from the scorching mire and came roaring at Lomon.

Lomon flicked both blades, sweeping them toward those figures. Pale-blue blade light carved several streaks of lightning through the air, as swift as thunder itself.

When the blade light faded, several more wounds had appeared on Lomon's body. He continued onward at the same unhurried pace, his expression still lazy and weary. The air remained scorching, but the ferocious faces and bodies behind him abruptly shattered into countless fragments and vanished without a trace.

White.

White could be understood as pure and flawless, but when that white filled one's entire mind, it had nothing to do with purity.

That was Delia's current state. Her mind had gone completely blank, as if she had repeatedly lost consciousness. Only after a long while did she recover, feeling dizzy, nauseated, and tight in the chest. This was not the first time such a phenomenon had occurred.

The moment she came to, she discovered that she