The Fall

DAY 1

*drip drip....

Chaos of world consumed the battlefield. The surroundings was painted in red, as the blood-coloured moonlight shine upon the land of the cold dark night. The smell of concentrated iron is lingering in the air. The pool of blood can be seen anywhere. Not to mention there're corpses lying everywhere scattered on the battlefield. Day 1 of the judgement might have passed, yet it feels like it's been a month that they had been fighting in order to survive the ordeal that have been passed on them; The Fall. How could this happen by the way? Ops felt that his body's been throbbing in pain, as the pool of blood on the battlefield made him feel so sick. His body had been receiving quite a blow from the monsters that came out from nowhere, wiping out each armies from the Dark Abbys and the Moniyan Empire. It feels like yesterday, the warm, peaceful life was only a dream for all of the residents in the Land of Dawn. The instance the judgement had fall upon the land, all of the dreams have been crushed into pieces. The days which had been filled with joy and happiness, is now filled with sadness and sorrow. His head still feeling so dizzy and his vision somehow turns very blur.

"Is it because I've lost too much blood?.." Ops thought to himself. Ops tried to move his hand but he was too weak to do so. His breath sounds so heavy, gasping for air as he tried to remain conscious. As Ops been focusing on his healing, he heard the sound of something been creeping closer to him. Not to mention the noise that the thing made somehow made Ops felt so suffocated. Those grunting noise, and the presence of very ominous energy that creeps closer made him realized that it was those monsters from The Fall, which are now standing in front of Ops who has been lying on the ground, with all those great injuries that hardly been healed in such a short time.

"...Dammit..." he grunted. His vision was still blurred somehow, but he could tell that the monsters are now staring hungrily at his prey, filled with heavy bloodlusts. Ops tried to move yet his body doesn't seem to listen to his very own thoughts.

"Move you damn stupid legs, move!!" he shouted to himself, feeling so frustrated that he was unable to move his own fingers as the numbness been spreading towards his whole body.

"(laughs).. What an ugly ending huh... I feel so pathetic..." Ops' eyes seem to be wavering with the tears that he unconsciously shed at that moment.

"So uncool..." he silently sobbed. Slowly, he closed his eyes, waiting for death to come and take his life away. The monsters that been crawling in front of him are now swaying those giant scythe equipped to its claws towards Ops that have been lying on the ground weakly.

"Am sorry... That I can't make it..." he sighed, letting those monsters to end his life. But somehow he does not feel any of those scythe pierced him, instead, when he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a glimpse of a person was standing right in front of him, blocking all those scythe, with his single, silvery dagger.

"Ho...ly..." Ops mumbled as he recognized those purple shawl that been swaying gently in that cold windy night.

"That's so unlike you, brat--- are you going to give up that easily?" as Holy replied to Ops' weak response. Ops stared at his older brother who was panting so heavily yet still parrying those scythe from those monsters. Ops can see that Holy Blade himself already in a worse condition, with all multiple large wounds can be seen tearing up his flesh. Those monsters keep on attacking Holy Blade with those giant scythes, as Holy blade continuously using his Shadow Blade Slaughter. Those daggers seem to be dancing in the air to Ops' eyes with those glimmering blue lights surrounds the thrown daggers. But, no matter how fast is someone reflexes towards an attack, there's no way you can perfectly parry each and every attack with all those great injuries on your body.