The wind, which seems to freeze everything it touches, gradually heats up and becomes a hot wind.
What strange terrain.
One could understand why one would feel this way.
In this land where the only light we can rely on is moonlight, the ground appears a deep indigo color.
And if you look into the distance, you can see the sky changing color to a burning red.
There is magma flowing, making a gurgling sound as it asserts its presence.
The wind was heating up to such a high temperature that if you touched it, you would not be able to do more than burn yourself.
Suddenly, I looked at the indigo-colored earth and saw several figures.
About a dozen Oni were lying on the ground, and in front of them was an Oni with a single large horn, kneeling on his knees with his hands in front of his head.
He had golden horns and silver hair.
With many beads wrapped around his body, he had the appearance of a monk in Buddhist attire.
Rolling the prayer beads in his hands, he was making offerings to the fallen oni in front of him.
However, they do not speak a single word.
It is their way of making offerings.
“Zugma, Douga, Regus, Vadan, Mozen…”
Their limbs have already begun to decay as their bodies begin to decay, and it will not cease its momentum.
After death, the spectre is reduced to ashes, without a bone left in its body.
An existence that should not exist.
As soon as they realise this, they are sent to the everlasting realm.
“Zabora, Kakuzu, Genma, Douwen, Bondara…”
After calling all of them by name, he grasps the beads that were lying around.
The sound of the rolling beads and the shattered beads falling can be heard.
At the same time as the sound disappears, they have completely vanished into ashes.
There is a terrible sense of sadness in this.
It was like watching a dying tree.
However, this expression may not be suitable, as the withering of the trees is something to be seen and enjoyed.
But this oni thought.
“Garak. Leave it at that.”
“………… mmhmm ……”
As the blue-horned ogre called Garak said this, he scooted up and walked slowly in the direction of the building.
He made a clattering sound, but stopped in mid-stride and turned around.
“What does …… Gouki …… say?”
“What do you mean?”
“How about mourning the dead ……?”
“Nay. Nobody would be happy to have me do it.”
“That’s not true, although I don’t think it is. Well, whatever.”
After saying this, this time Garak walks away.
Gouki is sitting on the spot.
They have been reduced to ashes, but only their clothes still remain.