Swoosh!
One was sliced in half.
Swoosh!
Another was impaled in the head.
Swoosh!
Another was beheaded.
<4/50 Monsters Defeated>
Blood surged, pouring out endlessly from the creature’s open wounds and raining onto the battlefield. It continuously flowed like the ticking of an alarm, it seemed to never end. You could mistake it for rain, “blood” rain. I avidly smirked as my heart beat tripled, pounding vigorously in my chest.
Ba-thump!
It went rapid, enhancing my senses.
I could hear, smell, touch, see, and especially taste far beyond anything normal. Or what you could consider human.
An unhinged bloodlust consumed me, gripping at my throat.
My mind cleared, only thoughts of bloodshed and tyranty remained.
I found myself moving without thought, a burning, bright sensation ignited from the blade. As if it was channeling the predecessor’s legacy, and determination to continue the fight.
<23/50 Monsters Defeated>
My movement faltered, and my heart beat squeezed firmly, mania started to consume my reasoning at an alarming rate. I profusely began to sweat, clenching at my stomach to lessen the excruciating pain thumping in numerous waves. To lessen the burning, aching agony that stirred up every time I inhaled. Even respiring felt like I was digesting boiling magma.
There was only way to satiate this feeling, and perhaps quench this aching thirst.
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I scanned for the freshly-severed bodies, focusing on where their open wounds were to stop me shaking from the pain inflicting onto me.
I found it.
There was a clean slice on a creature’s forearm, with the contents I needed spilling out. A revolting smell oozed from the gash and its taste would definitely be enough to make me retch.
But what other choice did I have?
I hunched over, taking a large gulp. I impatiently sipped the remaining substance, tilting my head to savour each last sip I thought I’d take.
The helplessness faded, and I began to forget about the hysteria I previously endured. It eased my symptoms. I gritted my teeth and casted a glance upwards. Another horde of creatures were rapidly approaching.
Instinctively, I reached for the cursed blade beside me and I was intent on massacring the rest of the creatures that would be summoned from that portal.
Was the sword
Several fables that recounted this remarkable sword all told the same, which went along the lines of;
“Every time this sword is unsheathed, someone must perish. With an unavoidable strike, this sword will leave its eternal legacy on its foes”.
I stood up, with an unshaken resolve. I raised
“Perish under my blade.” I hoarsely declared, my heart pounding violently out my chest.
I firmly gripped onto the handle, swiftly I stormed across the field, targeting opponents that were isolated.
Schwing!
The blade lit aflame, descending in the form of an arc in a quick motion. The surrounding air silenced after the cataclysmic strike was performed.
<25/50 Monsters Defeated>
The hunt— rather massacre, began.
An exhilarating feeling overwhelmed me.
<27/50 Monsters Defeated>
More.
More.
MORE.
Schwing!
The thunderous strike of the blade against the creature’s flesh sparked a fire in the pit of my stomach. Reverberating in my head was the continuous piercing sound of the muscle against the unyielding edge of the blade.
The rush, the thrill! My eyes quivered with each swift movement made, how long had it been since I had indulged in fun? I couldn’t stop, this was just like a game!
A small display window popped up, suddenly faltering my movements. My initial focus had dissipated, and now I was focused on what the display said.
<50/50 Monsters Defeated>
Objective: Defeat 50 Monsters;
Before the end of the week, failure to do so will result in death.
I sighed of relief, I had managed to avoid the death penalty. However.. there’s still 50 monsters left, the wave stated that there was—
<100 Monsters Incoming>—
So, where are the rest of the monsters?
I nervously glanced around the wreckage, the land was strewn with fallen debris which was a result of the monsters. The once warmth atmosphere turned eerie, and desolate. The world seemed to have dimmed, and it must have been the outcome of the creatures that are crawling.
“It’s safe to come out.” I yelled, as my heart rate returned to normal. I felt tired, I could barely move without feeling sore with my vision being blurred.
The sword form faded, leaving only the beads of blood.
I started to feel heavy and weak. Was I that drained from the fight..?
I quivering slightly, rocking back and forth out of consciousness due to numbing the air felt, it was cold, very cold.
I glanced over, and noticed a small silhouette of a girl appearing from the rumble.
“Y-you looked so brave!” She marvelled, her eyes gleamed brightly. Even brighter then the flames awakened from
“Where are your parents?” I was curious, but deep down I had expected the worst.
“A-ahm.. she-she ran away to go get help but..” She quivered, casting her gaze downwards.
I hope she did.. and didn’t abandon her to survive herself.
“A-aaAAH! Y-Yu Mirae!”
A sudden wail jolted me from behind, I tensed up as I steadied my position. I turned around.
It was.. her mother?
“I-I was looking all over for you.. my poor baby..”
I witnessed the mother run to her child’s aid, her fingers brushed her hair as she embraced her tightly. It seemed like she’d never let go.
This strangely irritated me, and I couldn’t figure out why.
Maybe because I witnessed this scene all alone.