A baby born within the black flames. With that last intense memory coming to an end, Mok Gyeong-un's eyes gradually reddened in the endlessly slow-flowing space. -Fwoosh! The black flame that had been blazing larger than a body right in front of him had somehow subsided, shrinking down to the size of a fist.
Mok Gyeong-un looked at him and conveyed his thoughts. 'Why are you trying to leave this to me, a mere human body of consciousness?' -....... 'Can you not take everything back yourself?'
Having recovered all his memories, Mok Gyeong-un was identical to him, even if their personalities differed. However, the fact that he was a body of consciousness born from becoming human remained unchanged. Setting aside their status, he could easily devour his body of consciousness that had lived a short life.
But he did not. Mok Gyeong-un could not help but be puzzled by this completely irrational decision. Just then, the black flame wavered. -You are not a mere anything. '........' -Are you not shining even brighter?
'You........'
[Someone told me. Because it is short, it shines even brighter. We can just live our lives like that too.]