Second Chance of the Sword God

Failed

The battlefield was silent.

Heaven has finally fallen, right after the destruction of the physical realm

The mightiest swordmaster, now lay in a crater gouged into the charred earth. 

Above him, the Demon God loomed

A creature of twisting shadows and sinister veins, its eyes smoldering with the souls he has consumed in a pit of darkness. 

Blood, Lenn's blood, soaked the ground beneath him.

 His left arm was severed at the shoulder, and his right leg lay somewhere on the battlefield—lost amidst the dead. All he had left was the cry of his blade and his failing breath.

The silence was a mockery

How many of his comrades had once stood by him here? How many legends had fallen, nameless, forgotten, just to reach this final moment? 

They'd placed their faith in him, the one crowned as the Sword God, whose blade had carved mountains and split storms. 

He'd promised them victory.

And yet, even the heavens had limits.

Lenn gasped, struggling to lift himself on his one good arm. His vision was blurring, the edges of the world growing dark. But he could still see the Demon God's cruel smile. The satisfaction in that wicked gaze tore at his pride more than any wound.

[You... really thought you could kill me, didn't you?]

The Demon God's voice was like gravel grinding against metal. It reverberated, low and mocking, in the empty air.

Lenn didn't answer, no, more like he couldn't.

His voice was gone, choked off by the agony of his pained breaths. 

Yet in his heart, a fire still smoldered. 

His entire life had been a journey of loss, of strength, of power, and of relentless mastery. 

He hadn't feared anything—not men, not beasts, and certainly not gods. But he feared this moment. He feared the finality, the weight of his own failure.

The Demon God raised a twisted claw, red as the deepest flames of a furnace, and aimed it directly at Lenn's chest. 

There was no time for fear, no space for regret. As the claw descended, Lenn rebelled.

As he swung his sword upwards, the Demon God's claw was severed, yet this short victory was not celebrated by him.

Pushing forward, he attempted to plunge his sword into the Demon God's chest, yet his plan was thwarted.

Demonic energy manifested and surged, pushing Lenn far away.

"Kugh!"

He groaned in pain, yet he gritted his teeth.

'Vorpal Sword: Heavenly Vertical'

With his pitch-black sword, covered in Astral Energy.

He swung his sword with a simple downward stroke.

*BOOM

An explosion occurred that caused the ground to shake and the fabric that kept the world together was torn.

[To decide to destroy this universe instead of submission. Lenn, I will remember your name]

'Just shut up and kill yourself'

Lenn thought to himself, as his body began to rip due to the destruction of fabric and space

It was then that a spear pierced through his body.