At this moment, Natida felt a sense of déjà vu.
Everything was as I saw in the dream. Natida was aware of this trend. The moment the sword strike was struck on my body, Natida saw the future beyond the bouncing blood drops. No, maybe she has already moved past it.
The prophet recalled the past he had seen.
* * *
“I am the bait.”
Galatric, the Tomb of the Sword.
The country collapsed and its rules were trampled. In a world teeming with lawlessness, chaos, apostasy, and treachery, there were some who did not lose their pride until the very end.
“It’s not just me. Everyone here does. “We will be the bait.”
Even though there is no one left to protect it.
Even though the kingdom to which they were loyal had already fallen.
There were some who wanted to remain knights until the end. To preserve their pride as knights, those who remained gathered under the name of Lark Van Grace, not the broken warrior.
“To be of help to Him.”
Lark pulled out the holy sword.
Under the brilliantly shining holy sword, the knights drew their swords. Among those who felt the end, Natida looked beyond the hill. Something was coming.
Every time I hear the sound of footsteps.
Crisp, something crumbled.
What comes after the sound of rustling is a shadow. Light is a shadow that swallows up all light.
If you look at the sky, the sun is being consumed by shadow.
The brilliantly shining star was covered in shadow. Even the light leaking from the holy sword could no longer brighten the darkness. Raindrops flowed from the blackened sky.
Toad-duk-duk.
It rained. The rain of old cleansing water.
Water flowed along the slope. The water that flowed through the furrows of the canyon became a river. Someone stepped onto the black grave of the sword.
“come.”
Lark said.
Natida looked ahead.
There was a disaster there.
Squeak, squeak.
The sound of space being twisted rang out.
It is the master of Manma who appears, giving birth to a twist. There was a god who had regained all his qualifications and had become whole. What was held in that hand was a sword.
“The sword of the heavens…”
Someone recognized the sword.
The moment the sword slowly moved, Lark kicked the ground and rushed at me. A piece of sediment that bounces with a slap. Numerous knights followed after Lark, following the faint light of the holy sword that was not obscured even in the darkness.
People who are prepared to die rush in.
And then, the sword of Yeokcheon was swung.
Suddenly.
The moment the sword was swung, everything collapsed. Heaven and earth turned over. Numerous piles of stones lying in the canyon all rose into the sky. Things that are turned over do not return to their proper place. No matter how long I waited, the thing that bounced did not fall down.
Piles of stones and human corpses thrown into the sky.
The corpses of the knights were swallowed up in the sky. But their deaths are not meaningless. The knights who served as shields protected Lark’s body until the end. Lark stood up from the pile of knights.
“······.”
Stepping on the pile of stones in the sky, Lark looked down. The moment he made eye contact with the sword of the reverse sky, Lark kicked the sky and jumped toward the ground.
The sound of swords clashing.
The sound of bones breaking and blood rushing.
That sound rang out again and again.
Lark resisted, but his resistance did not last long. It simply slows down the pace of disaster by a few steps. Rak told Natida to run away, but Natida could not run away. He thought there was no point in running away.
And then, Tuuk.
The end came heavily.
Lark, with all his limbs broken, fell to his knees. He could no longer hold the sword with his broken fingers, so he let go and the sword ended up on the slope.
Tuk.
Lark’s head fell off.
The head that fell down stopped in front of Natida. After a moment of looking into Lark’s empty eyes, Natida raised her head and looked at her disaster with blank eyes. Her calamity also saw Natida. The moment our gazes crossed, the sword of Yeokcheon moved creakingly in space.
Death approaches.
Natida smiled under the approaching death.
…The dream I had before ended here. However, at this moment Natida saw what happened next. That’s why I knew. She now doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“lakh.”
Natida opened her closed eyes.
“me.”
Natida was riding on Rak’s back and pointing to the sword of death sticking out in the distance.
“Take me there.”
The future I saw. Or a past that may have passed by.
The knowledge I gained from him. Natida cried out in an attempt to use the only thing left by her future self who died in vain.
“hurry.”
2.
Humans resisted the approaching death.
Kalt thought to himself as he continued to swing his sword. I guess Master felt exactly like this. He bides his time, prepared to die. This was like the end of Kuntel.
Kang, kaang!
The sound of blades clashing together echoed continuously. Every time Kalt swung his sword, he felt his body breaking down. Blood pooled in the eyes where the veins had burst. My head was pounding from calculating so much information at once. Blood flowed from her nose.
Kalt resisted, destroying his body.
Everything is captured in wide-open eyes.
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Draw an accurate future based on information obtained from a broad perspective. The only thing you can get ahead of is prediction.
See the future and swing your sword.
Change the sword’s trajectory, sometimes deflect it, and sometimes boldly dig in. Kalt struggled at the crossroads between life and death.
Kaang!
Kalt thinks while swinging his sword.
The basis of the sword wielded by the King of Demonic Beasts is the origin of the swordsmanship handed down in the canyon. Perhaps it will have the same basis as the sword wielded by the sword of death.
Kalt knows how to deal with that swordsmanship.
There was one human being. A human being who has spent his entire life honing himself to face the sword of death. Kalt learned swordsmanship from that proud swordsman. And now he has honed his sword skills to kill the swordsman.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
Following Kalt’s sword raised at an angle, the trajectory of Varta’s great sword was bent. This was Kalt’s sword. A sword to fight against the strong. However, Kalt felt that his sword was not complete.
It’s not enough, it’s not powerful.
Even if he created a gap, he didn’t have the power to penetrate that gap. All I can do is bite and stretch.
Fit.
The wounds increase. Blood flows.
The King of Demon Beasts has already come right under Kalt’s nose. The future that I thought was accurate continued to be shaken. And then, with a loud sound, Kalt lost his grip on the sword.
A sword floating in the air.
Kalt leapt back and stretched out his hand. His hand does not hold his sword floating in the air. This is the tomb of the sword. Kalt pulled out the broken sword stuck in the ground.
Kaaaaaaaa!
The moment I struck out Varta’s sword that was rushing towards me, the sword shattered. Kalt’s fingers holding his sword snapped. The moment Kalt, who slipped and landed, grabbed his sword flying in the air, Varta’s sword was already falling on Kalt’s head.
Even if you swing your sword, it’s too late.
What I felt in my gut was death.
“Bow down.”
What rang out at that moment was a familiar voice.
The moment Kalt reflexively lowered his head, a greatsword passed over Kalt’s head, dragging the air. Eventually, the sound that resonates is a loud sound called “kaaang.”
“···lakh?”
The boy who told me to run away has come back.
This was the moment when Kalt was about to open his eyes wide and raise his voice. Rak threw away his sword and took a few steps back, clutching Kalt’s neck.
“You, my words…”
“10 seconds.”
Lark said out of breath.
“You just have to hold on for 10 seconds.”
This is the moment when Lark took his stance while saying that.
Barta, who was watching Lark and Kalt, who had retreated, opened his mouth wide. What comes out of the open mouth is the sound of laughter. However, it is a sound of laughter that is far from ridicule.
“Thank you.”
When Barta lowered his head for a moment, as if bowing to his teacher, he raised his head again…
Huh, said Barta and threw the sword he was holding in his right hand into the air. The one holding the sword as it spins in the air is not the right hand made of the crude corpse of a demonic beast.
The left hand that was originally his.
The moment Barta grasped the sword with his left hand, the air trembled.
“To the proud swordsman, I salute you.”
Barta took a stance.
3.
Natida walked forward, recalling the scenery she had seen. Forward, hurting her sword strikes in all directions. There is a sword stuck where she is heading.
Where the sword of death is inserted.
Natida walked towards there.
* * *
Lark’s death. The moment when there is nothing left to lose.
“aha.”
Natida did not take a step back when faced with a sword in front of her. She laughed and took one more step towards disaster. Where do those steps lead?
It is a sword stuck in the center of the canyon.
The bottom of the canyon is exposed, with all the debris flying into the sky. There is a sword stuck at the bottom. A great sword stuck side by side with Lark’s sword. It is a great sword that is like a symbol of death.
widely.
I don’t know why I headed there.
Natida approached the sword as if being drawn by something. I stopped walking and looked at Natida. Natida stretched out her hand to the death sword embedded in her ground.
The moment I grabbed the hilt of the sword.
All five of Natida’s fingers fell off due to the rushing sword. She was covered in blood. But Natida even covered her free hand over it. As if raising her prayers.
···I don’t know why I prayed.
She jokingly said that for her, God was not a star, but the holy sword that you possessed, Lark, and prayed. At the moment of losing her own god, Natida offered up her prayers, holding on to her death sword rather than her holy sword.
What I want is revenge or death.
That prayer is not a prayer offered by a saint.
It is the wish and wish of a human being ready to die. Even though the hope was wrong, humans prayed earnestly. That prayer does not reach God, but…
Damn.
A long time ago, hundreds of years ago.
It reached a warrior who always answered human prayers. Even though he was corrupted, the first warrior responded to the final scream of humanity.
The warrior answered the human prayer.
The sound of armor shaking rang out.
Behind Natida’s back, a human hand covered in armor stretched out from beyond the torn space. No human hand holds the sword of death that Natida holds. I stretched out a little further and grabbed the first holy sword that was stuck next to it.
Guuuuung.
The holy sword trembles violently.
As if refusing to be touched. The human hand holding the holy sword begins to burn, but the fallen hero does not care. The first warrior appeared beyond space.
The most fearful disaster.
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
The owner of Sword Canyon has returned.
The fallen hero drew the holy sword. No starlight shines from the holy sword. A holy sword without starlight is nothing more than a blade.
However, it is still a sword.
If it takes the form of a sword, that is enough.
The sword of death raised its tip towards the sword of Yeokcheon. A moment of silence. Immediately afterwards, the two swords swung towards each other at exactly the same speed.
The rushing wind. Swirling sword energy.
Under the sight of everything in sight collapsing, Natida burst into laughter.
As she lay dying in the aftermath of the battle, she realized something. The sword of her death is that she did not appear here to make her wish come true. All that prosecutor wanted was a rematch.
He only provided a justification.
Anyway, how is it? Natida let out her last words with a broken laugh. Everyone, die. And so her future self’s life ended. Without accomplishing anything. With nothing left behind.
···But, not now.
Natida let out a long breath.
When you open your closed eyes, what you see is the present. And what is stuck in front of me is the sword of death. Natida swallowed dry saliva and slowly extended her hand towards the hilt of the sword.
To give justification to the owner of this canyon.
* * *
A shattered gate.
The King of Demonic Beasts who appeared in Galatric, the Valley of the Sword. Raniel pursed his lips, picked up the map, and ran out, destroying the remains of the barracks.
This was the moment when Raniel started walking while shouting for the knights with the contact network to come out.
“Tall,” Raniel stopped.
That’s why a flash of lightning flashed in her head. A signal that something abnormal has occurred in the contract. Raniel unfolded her map. Galatric with a blinking dot representing Varta. However, now another dot is blinking.
Gehete, the place where death is silent.
The signal of Ganicalt, the sword of death waiting for the challenger there, flashed violently. Just for a moment it blinked like that. Ganicalt’s signal has disappeared. Eventually, the place where the signal was caught again…
Canyon of the Sword, Galatric.
The owner stepped into the Canyon of the Sword.
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