"There were no records or tales about what happened to that swordsman, and he didn't tell the tale. I'm sure you know the reason why."
"He died either fighting the creature or while fleeing." I doubt a swordsman would flee, though.
"We can't get the account of the swordmaster, but the legend still continues."
On the night when everything seemed quiet, all who watched the swordmaster leave prayed for his return. It was said that painful cries came from the monster.
So, the swordmaster fought well.
Still hours away from sunrise, the night sky started to darken. The fog was slowly swallowing the shoreline as people fell back.
Amidst that fog, a silhouette of a person seemed to be walking on the water. It was pitch black.
Even when they narrowed their eyes, they couldn't see properly. First, there were two eyes looking emerald green, then two more sprouted.
