ROOOAAAAAAR!!!
The beast's roar split the night sky like a siren of destruction. The air itself trembled, sending shockwaves rippling through the ruined streets. The moon—half-shattered behind drifting clouds—bathed the world in silver and flame.
The creature lunged forward, claws rending the air.
The man—calm, sharp-eyed—sidestepped in one smooth motion. His movements were too graceful for the chaos around him, every step deliberate, like a predator dancing with death.
The beast missed its prey and snarled, fury igniting its blood-red veins. It whipped around, claws slashing through concrete.
Clash!
Sparks burst like fireworks as steel met claw. The man's blade rang clear, resonating with an energy not quite human.
For a breathless moment, they were locked—strength against precision. The beast's fangs lunged, jaws snapping toward the man's head.
The swordsman's foot came up in a blur—BAM!—kicking the creature square in the chest. The monster skidded backward, claws gouging trenches into the cracked asphalt.
The man exhaled, shaking off the sting from the impact. "Well, one thing's for sure," he muttered with a lazy smirk. "Physically, it's stronger than I am…" His tone shifted, eyes sharpening with a glint of excitement. "But I've never relied on brute force."
He rolled his shoulder once, flexing his sore arm. The air around him shimmered faintly—pressure building.
The beast roared again, saliva hissing as it hit the hot ground.
"Mindless," the man observed. "Unstable. Like a wild flame that doesn't know it's burning itself." His stance changed, deliberate and fluid. Feet spread apart, knees bent, sword raised beside his head—ready.
The earth cracked beneath them as the creature launched forward.
In the next instant, both vanished.
What followed was chaos made rhythm—steel slicing, claws flashing, air screaming under their speed. Their battle transcended human sight, their silhouettes blurring into streaks of black and crimson.
Shnk! Clash! Crack! BOOM!
Every impact shattered the silence, waves of dust erupting like smoke from explosions.
They moved across the ruins—over rooftops, through walls, carving a path of devastation.
The beast's rage grew with each missed strike. With a guttural growl, it leapt backward twice, putting distance between them.
The man's eyes narrowed. "What's it doing?"
He didn't wait to find out. Pushing off the ground, he soared upward—his sword catching moonlight, poised for a decisive blow.
But as the blade descended, the beast raised its head and bellowed—a shockwave of raw force. The air warped. The man was hurled upward, spinning through the sky like a leaf in a storm.
"Tch. Persistent thing," he hissed.
Then—he saw it. The beast had leapt after him. The distance closed in an instant. The creature's jaws gaped open, large enough to swallow him whole.
The swordsman's expression didn't change.
His sword gleamed black beneath the moon. The veins in his arm glowed faintly with shadowed energy. "Shadow Bind," he whispered.
From the sword's edge, dark ribbons of mist shot outward—snapping and twisting like living tendrils. They coiled around the monster's limbs and torso, tightening until the beast was suspended midair, howling in rage.
"Let's put you down for a nap."
With a flick of his wrist, he turned the bindings—and the beast. The massive body was hurled toward the earth.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
The crash tore through the district, collapsing what few buildings still stood. The shockwave shattered glass for miles.
The man landed softly amid the destruction, barely making a sound. He exhaled, resting his blade against his shoulder. The night was still—too still.
He swung his sword once, the motion releasing a gust of compressed air that cleared the smoke.
Then he froze.
Through the settling dust, the beast rose again.
It wasn't dead.
If anything, it looked reborn.
The red veins along its body pulsed brighter, writhing like molten lava beneath its skin. The energy converged toward its right arm, veins crawling down to its clawed fingers. The glow intensified—until it burned blood-red.
The man's eyes widened. "Oh, that's new."
With a roar, the creature slashed.
The air itself split—a gigantic arc of blood-red energy erupted from its claw, tearing across the ground.
"Damn—"
He vanished into shadow.
BAM! BOOM!
The energy strike exploded against the terrain, vaporizing everything in its path.
The swordsman emerged from the ground a second later, dusting off his coat, unfazed. Then he glanced behind him—his smirk faded.
Half the street was gone. Buildings, cars, and the remnants of the old world had been sliced clean in half.
He gave a low whistle. "That's some messed up shii…"
He turned back to face the beast. The creature growled, foam dripping from its mouth. Its chest heaved. The crimson light dimmed slightly, flickering with exhaustion.
"Looks like that trick burned you out a little." He rolled his wrist, his sword humming in his hand. "Good. Gives me time to finish what you started."
He began walking forward, slow and deliberate.
The destruction around him painted the world in ruin—leveled buildings, torn vehicles, scorched storefronts. A lonely flame flickered inside a collapsed diner, its light glinting off broken glass.
"Insurance companies are going to bleed from their noses when they see this," he muttered. "Might even make them go bankrupt"
He smiled faintly, but his eyes stayed fixed on the beast.
The air shifted. The night hummed.
He lifted his sword. Its surface caught the faint glimmer of starlight.
"Ancient relics… buried deep beneath the earth," he began, voice low and steady. "When humans dug, they found bones, fossils — beasts long gone. First, dinosaurs. Later, something greater."
He took a step forward, blade rising.
"They found remains that still pulsed with power — Kaiju fossils, relics that defied death itself. From those remains, they forged weapons. Not gold. Not jewels. Weapons that carried the rage of forgotten titans."
The sword began to hum, a deep, resonant vibration that made the air ripple.
"Over the centuries, humanity evolved them," he continued, his tone sharper now. "Using the alien tech from the Scryvians, they fused ancient power with cosmic science. That's how blades like this were born."
The light around the sword intensified — a pale violet blaze spilling across the ruins, painting his face in otherworldly glow. His veins bulged, energy flooding from his body into the weapon.
"Only a few can wield them," he said, smiling wide now, wild joy flickering in his eyes. "The Omega Unit. People like me."
The ground beneath him cracked as energy poured through his veins. The purple light wrapped around his sword, coiling upward like a living flame.
The beast roared, gathering the last of its strength. Its body pulsed violently as it lunged forward, crimson eyes blazing.
The man smiled. "There you go."
He moved, not saying anything.
One clean, perfect slash.
The light swallowed the world.
A sound like tearing thunder split the air as the sword carved through everything in its path. A pillar of purple energy erupted upward, piercing the clouds.
Then—silence.
Only the wind remained, whispering through the ruins.
Dust settled like falling snow.
When it cleared, the district was unrecognizable—craters where streets had been, walls turned to dust, the air shimmering with residual light.
Thud… Thud…
The swordsman's boots echoed softly as he walked forward. His blade hung loosely at his side, steam rising from its edge.
He stopped beside a broken pile of concrete. A figure lay beneath it—bare, bruised, yet unmistakably human.
Pash.
His body was still, but his chest rose and fell slowly. His features were calm, almost serene, as though sleeping after a long war.
The swordsman looked down at him, eyes unreadable.
For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, quietly, he sheathed his sword.
The metal clicked into place.
"Welcome to the battlefield, young one," he murmured.