Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 113: How Could You Forget? (1)

He knew what this image was. Of course, he knew what this image was, which he could never forget and had haunted him for years and years.

How...could he forget?

How could he erase from his mind this horrible image, this image that ate him alive in his nightmares and appeared in his mind every time he fought?

How could he forget his sister’s funeral?

The image he saw in front of him.

In the coffin with the head open, the white skin of her sister’s white skin became even paler, and her cheerful and strong appearance was no longer visible and still. How could he forget everything when these images occasionally appeared in his dreams even now?

The tears that had fallen from his eyes, the times he couldn’t eat, the times he refused to drink water and wished he could pull his hair out from stress. Wishing to die.

He was powerless.

He was too weak to hunt down those who harmed his sister. Five years after she joined the academy, when he entered the graduation period and his sister turned thirty-two, she died.

He was a wizard with only five magic rings.

He was very, very weak.

"Don’t worry Atlas...your uncle is with you."

When Atlas heard those words, he wished he could lift his head and look at the person calling out to him. Of course, this person was none other than Aether.

Eva had died of poison, as had each of the Sages, but even in her poisoned and debilitated state, she had not stopped defending Aether, protecting him.

Atlas had been angry at Aether in his previous life.

Even when empires, kingdoms and, in time, entire races, including humanity, fell and perished, Aether and his family fought on the front lines as warriors.

They had done their duty as heroes and died with honour.

Despite all this, Atlas hadn’t even met them once after his sister’s funeral.

Atlas was of course aware that he was living a memory. He was aware that he was in a dream, that he was having a nightmare, that he was at the beginning of that moment when he was at his lowest and darkest when he began to be manipulated by people.

He was thinking about what had happened. Every second he watched his sister’s lifeless body, every second he heard the succession of white roses placed around the coffin and the tears, screams and songs sung with sadness, the darkness inside him was accumulating more and more.

It was as if the past he wanted to forget was coming out.

Maybe he was starting to see in his nightmare how useless the future he wanted to change was. Either way, it was a terrible situation.

The dark figure was right next to Atlas. He was acutely aware of the disappearance of his Uncle Aether and Aunt Aelia, who were right next to him.

"Are Amon and Surtur alright?" Atlas asked calmly, ignoring the tears streaming down his face, wondering about his precious pets still in the present, even though he was seeing his sister’s corpse.

The dark figure shook his head as he heard the question, disappearing from Atlas’ side and standing just in front of him, perhaps half a metre away from his face.

"What are you trying to show me?" Atlas asked with a deep sense of unease.

When the dark figure heard this, it touched its head slightly to the right and then leapt at Atlas in earnest.

Atlas refused to even respond as the dark figure’s image grew larger and Atlas opened his eyes elsewhere, disappearing into its darkness.

He fell to his knees. There was a fire all around, a bloodied sky among the clouds. There were hundreds of lifeless bodies of dozens of races scattered around, and angels and demons flying in the air, fighting.

Atlas was holding someone in his arms.

Of course, he remembered who this person was, and what this moment was. Around him were humans, elves, dwarves, pixies, half-dragons, half-demons, half-humans and many more, all looking at him with tearful expressions.

"It is fine...Atlas." came a voice from the bloodied woman standing in Atlas’ arms. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

This was the moment Irene died. For Atlas, death had begun to approach step by step when he had been attacked and Irene’s high-alchemist body could no longer hold on.

No medicine, no magic, not even life transference was working.

Irene’s heart was shattered, and the only reason she was still alive was because Atlas’ magic, even the healing flame within those precious coloured flames, could not heal her.

The tears falling from Atlas’s eyes seemed to warm Irene’s unhealing heart. The smile on the dying woman’s face was as if she wanted to express something.

Atlas was well aware of the shapes her mouth took, and what she was trying to say. Still, how could he say anything?

"I’m sorry, Irene...forgive me," he kept thinking, unable to get a single word out.

"I may be dead, you all shall continue till the last point, I trust you...Now, let go Atlas, I shall watch you from the side of gods and goddesses."

Atlas had refused to let her go, to accept that she had to die, despite Irene’s words to him, yet nothing had changed, that was what was going to happen.

A dead person could not be brought back. It was against the laws of creation.

As Irene’s lifeless body in Atlas’s arms and each of the people around disappeared one by one, the dark figure reappeared, and as it looked towards Atlas, the darkness again imprisoned him.

Atlas saw vision after vision, remembering the times when everyone he had lost had called out to him:

"I am sorry master, it seems I have to leave you now, with all due respect it was an honour to fight under your command." said a woman with green hair and a large physique.

"Forgive me, sir, I couldn’t live to see the perfect world we were going to create, I’ll let you have the fun." said a boy with grey hair.

"It seems I’ll leave first oi Atlas! Well, those shitty times were fun with you my man! You run, all of you! I’ll handle those pieces of shit." said a man with a huge body that hides within a big smile.

How could he stand it? To all of those deaths...