In a ruined city, where all the buildings had collapsed and were covered in vines, a man was walking alone. He wore a black robe that covered almost his entire body, his silhouette was like a dancing shadow in the dark of the night. His footsteps were slow but firm, but the sound he made echoed in all directions, as if he was not afraid that the sound he made could summon someone, or perhaps even "something" that did not have good intentions. His face was covered in dirt and full with scratches, but his black eyes were sharp and alert.
"I've finally found you."
A little girl's voice was heard whispering softly, but with an intonation that was unlike the voices of little girls in general.
The man stopped in his tracks, then looked towards the source of the sound. On top of a tall building buried among the rubble, there was a small white-haired girl standing while holding a long sword which was in sharp contrast to her petite body. The night wind blew her long, silky hair. The girl looked very beautiful even though part of her face was covered by the dark of night.
The girl slowly started to draw her sword and point it towards the man.
"alex"
the girl whispered softly.
The man took off his black robe and showed off the black sword he had hidden under his robe. Compared to the girl's sword which looked beautiful and seemed more suitable for special traditional rituals, the man's sword was very simple, full of cracks and scratches here and there as if showing off the number of battles he had been through.
SWOOOOSH!
The man immediately swung his sword at the little girl standing from where he was standing as if trying to cut her from afar. Strangely, the little girl even cutely jumped to the side, as if she wanted to avoid the slash.
RUMBLE!!! CRASH!!
Suddenly, the building where the girl was standing previously shattered into an unknown number of small pieces, like a piece of paper being cut into hundreds of pieces. The building then collapsed and merged with other buildings that had collapsed before.
The little girl glided quickly while swinging her sword.
Flash after flash of sword light clashing against each other colored the area non-stop.
The two of them fought very brutally as if there was very deep hatred between the two of them.
Every place they passed was destroyed as if they had been hit by a disaster.
Buildings and ruins were split into hundreds of pieces or shattered as if hit by a sledgehammer.
The girl slashed from all directions without mercy, and the man could only parry with all the abilities he had, only able to strike back occasionally at certain moments while receiving attacks that he judged were not too dangerous with his sturdy body.
The girl narrowed her eyes at the black sword, among the cracks that decorated the surface of the sword like a spider web, she saw that there was a weak point between the cracks. she began to focus her attacks on that point.
The man gritted his teeth and forced himself to strike back at the price of taking more hits. Suddenly, the storm-like attack stopped seemingly instantly and shocked the man. He widened his eyes when he saw what the girl was doing.
The girl raised her sword high with one hand and a bloodthirsty red light enveloped the girl's sword slowly but surely, giving off a deadly aura that pierced to the bone, creating a scene that contrasted with the elegant shape of the sword. The man immediately realized the danger and immediately moved away.
While rotating her arms and body, the girl swung her sword vertically. A flash of red light shot out quickly from the girl's sword like a blood whip.
The man glared because he realized that the flash of light seemed to have eyes, darting quickly wherever he ran. Realizing that he could no longer dodge, he swung his black sword with all his strength.
CRACK! SWOOSH!
Blood-red explosions filled the area and emitted ear-splitting roaring sounds.
A piece of metal flew out so fast that it made the surrounding air whistle before finally disappearing into the darkness of the night.
The man managed to stop the attack just now, but at a considerable price. His sword broken into pieces because it could no longer withstand the weight of the attack, leaving only a few inch of the blade still attached to the hilt that the man was holding. After the dust around the man disappeared, it was now visible that his body was covered in many open wounds, and the wide wound on the man's stomach appeared to be worse than the other wounds. The wound was wide enough that his inner organs were slightly visible.
It is very different with the girl who was still without wounds and scratches.
Without mercy, the girl restarted her storm-like attack. The difference is, now all the attacks have almost no obstacles at all. The man couldn't do much with the broken sword in his hand. Each of her slash draws blood that colors the dark ruins of the city, like an artist who paints her red brush on a canvas. However, the girl's icy face began to show an expression of fatigue, even if only a little, indicating that the previous attack was quite a burden on her small body, but she still forced herself to continue attacking as before, if not more.
Seeing the man's body, which was now decorated with heavy wounds here and there, somehow gave the girl a sense of satisfaction. she thrust her sword forward and the man quickly moved his arms in a desperate parry.
JLEBB!!
Fresh blood flowed from the man's palm. he allowed his palm to be pierced by the sword to block the attack just now. It was seen that the tip of the sword was only no less than an inch from the man's chest, a few drops of blood dripped from the sharp tip of the sword which was now covered in blood. If he hadn't sacrificed his palm, his heart would have been split open. The man's broken sword disappeared somewhere in the dark of night.
Little by little, the corners of the girl's lips rose faintly, smiling a little triumphantly.
However, the man did not remain silent, while gripping hard on the hilt of the sword that was stuck in his palm, he pulled his other hand far back, not paying attention to his body which made strange sounds as he twisted his body with inhuman movements. He quickly threw a fist at the girl's face, without mercy.
Seeing this, the girl suddenly tried to draw her sword away but was surprised because she couldn't move her sword at all. she saw the man's hands turn reddish black with sharpened nails, gripping tightly to her sword without caring about anything. Unable to pull back her sword, the girl chose to let go of her grip.
This decision was taken within a tenth of a second after he realized that the man was gripping the hilt of her sword hard, making her unable to pull the sword back. but still late. The hard fist landed heavily. A dull sound vibrated the surroundings.
The girl couldn't dodge and could only gape when a heavy fist landed on her beautiful face, throwing the girl far away and hitting the building behind her until it was destroyed before stopping in the middle of a cloud of dust and debris. The girl slowly started to get up while fighting the headache that was assaulting her mind.
However, before the girl could really get up and collect her thoughts, she was shocked when the man suddenly appeared in front of her like a ghost, before then drawing the sword he had managed to seize towards where her heart was. As if repeating the past, this girl raised her hand to use it as a meat shield to block this man's thrust.
!!!
The girl managed to withstand the attack at the expense of her hand which was now pierced by her own sword, but instead of attacking back, the girl now just remained silent and didn't move at all.
Fresh blood flowed profusely from the girl's chest, dyeing her cloth red. The girl didn't show any expression at all after her heart was pierced by sharp metal. she still wore an ice-cold and expressionless face like before. But it was clear from the look in her eyes that she didn't expect how the fight between the two of them would end.
The man stabbed this girl in the heart…from behind.
Somehow, the man instantly moved from the front to the back of the girl after his first attack was blocked, and plunged the fragment of his sword that he had picked up from somewhere into the girl's back until it penetrated her front chest, making the girl's last efforts in vain.
The light in the girl's eyes slowly dimmed, before she finally fell... no...
The man held the girl's body, which had now become an empty shell, before it fell to the ground, then gently placed her on the cold ground. The girl's body continued to bleed non-stop, creating a circle of blood that surrounded the two of them.
The man looked at the girl's face blankly, before using his thumb to wipe the blood from the corner of the girl's lips. a very unnatural action to do to someone you just stabbed to death with a sword.
The man, Alex, looked at the girl's face with a sad face. Small blood-red flames suddenly began to burn in various parts of his injured body. But he didn't care about that at all. But instead of burning his wound and making it worse, the red fire actually seemed to heal the wound on his body.
In the midst of the increasingly dark night, the man whispered softly
"I will definitely save you...."
"HEY ALEX! DON'T YOU DARE SLEEP THERE! WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOREVER!!"
Alex woke up when his body was shaken violently by someone.
"huh? Uh oh??"
what just happened? Didn't I just fight… wait, against who?
Alex felt confused like he was in the wrong time and place.
"LET'S START THE GAME! WE CAN'T WAIT ANY MORE! WHY ARE YOU FUCKING SLEEPING DAMNBOOKNERD!"