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Prologue:The waste heat of the end

—This is really, really not good.

Feeling the hard texture of the ground against his face, he realized

that he had fallen facedown on the ground.

He couldn't move, even

when he tried, and he already couldn't feel his fingers. What he did

feel was a certain heat, and it overwhelmed his entire body.

—it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot.

He coughed and vomited the blood He felt rising in his throat—the

source of his waning life.

So much came out that it frothed at the

edges of his mouth.With his hazy vision, he could see the ground in

front of him stained red.

—you've...got to be kidding me...All of this is mine?

Feeling as though all the blood in his body had spilled out of

him, he reached a shaking hand to try and find the source of the heat

that was burning through his body.As his fingertips reached the

large cut in his stomach, he understood.

No wonder it felt so hot.His brain must have been mistaking

pain for heat.The clean gash that ran through his torso was so deep

it had almost sliced him in half.Only bits of skin were holding

him together.

In other words, he had run right into checkmate in the chess

game of life.As soon as he realized that, his consciousness

immediately began to fall away from him.

Before his eyes, he saw a black boot descend, making ripples in the

red pool of his fresh blood.

Someone was there, and that someone...was probably the one

who killed him.

But he didn't even think to look that person in the face.It didn't

matter anymore.

—The one thing he did wish was that she, at least, would be safe.

"—baru?"

He felt as if he heard a voice that rang like a bells.That he heard that

voice, that he could hear that voice, felt like salvation to him more

then anything else, so—

"!"

With a short scream, someone else crumpled upon the carpet of

blood.

She landed right beside him.He lay there, weakly attempting to

reach her.

Her white hand fell, powerless.He lightly grasped it in his own

bloodstained grip.

He felt the fingers of her hand move slightly to accept his own.

"Just you wait..."

He seized his fading consciousness, pulling it desperately back to

buy a bit more time.

"I'm going to..."

—find a way to save you.

In that moment, he—Subaru Natsuki—lost his life.

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