In the dark hall of the chamber, a bizzare scene played like a tapestry of madness.
There on one side, was a being draped in an ancient dark and deadly metal, his mere presence being more lethal than a sword while on the another side.
There moved a boy, he..well to be honest with the number of injuries that the boy had right now, it was an astonishing feat that, he was still moving.
Zyrus and the Black Knight moved at each other with a sharp speed. Their sole focus being on killing the enemy.
Clash
The blade finally met and for a moment, the world as if quieted down. Then, in the unsettling silence a small cracking sound howled freely.
Zyrus's blade broke in half, as splinters of iron and rust fell on the ground. Then, on his side just mere inches below his heart. A sword pierced deeply into his side.
The boy had twisted his body at the last moment, saving himself from a shameless death. Though...
Stars blinked up, in his eyes from the feral pain that tore into his being however Zyrus was already moving, ignoring the drowsiness and searing agony that pulled him closer to the edge of death.
He thrusted his hand grabbing the broken sword, towards the Knight helmet aiming for his eyes, however the Knight was also ready.
It grabbed Zyrus wrist which held the sword and like a weak stick of wood, he snapped it. A sickening crunch resounded all over. At the same time, he also pushed his sword deeper into Zyrus's gut.
However Zyrus hadn't stopped even for a moment. With a wild and mad grin, he moved forward letting the sword thrust deeper into his being.
"Got you, fucker." He said as he sprayed the blood into the Knight's eyes from his mouth. The Knight flinched not expecting such a cowardly move from his opponent.
Zyrus obviously didn't give a shit, about being honorable and dying. He would rather live while being a coward then be arrogant and die.
Though, even from the blood going in it's eyes. The Knight's grip didn't even faltered for a nanosecond, rather it tightened more, as he even twisted the sword.
"Aaaagh" A low scream, spilled from Zyrus's mouth as pain, flooded his whole being like hot metal. If not for the soul tearing process of transmigration Zyrus was sure he would have been finished.
However.
"I said got you, motherfucker." Zyrus said as in his a rusted knife appeared. Gripping, the hilt of the knife tightly he thrusted the blade straight into the Knight's eyes.
Puch
A sickening sound, whistled through the air. Thus, for the first time since this harrowing battle had started, a sound came out of the Knight's mouth.
"Uaaagh."
It was shrilling voice, that sounded strangely human and inhuman at the same time. The Knight roared in pain and fury as an agony filled scream came out of his dry and scrapy throat.
[0:07]
All of that, had been transpired in only three seconds. The most heart wrenching and overwhelming three seconds of Zyrus's life.
Yet, all of it wasn't over.
[0:05]
The Knight's another eye, glowed furiously in rage and malice as lightning came out of his body. Yes.. sparks of illuminous blue lightning came out from the Knight body.
In the next moment, Zyrus's pupil contracted.
Whizzz.
"Aaaaagh." As, pure and hot lightning coursed through his body Zyrus's scream filled the halls of the chamber.
[0:03]
The metal of the sword, had lit up with a bright and angry orangish red colour, as Zyrus flesh burned and charred to the degree it blackened crisp.
[0:02]
"You bastaaarrrddd."
Pushing the knife, deeper into the Knight's eyes. Zyrus roared, his body twitching from the electricity and fire.
[0:01]
[0:00]
[The trial is over.
Quest Finished.
Evaluation- Astounding.
You have claimed the right to be the greatest.
You have proven that you are worthy of being the Successor both with your mentality and physicalty.
Rewards have been granted.
Congratulations, Lord. You are victorious.]
Zyrus fully ignored the system's messages. He couldn't even care less about what it was saying. He was seething right now, burning with nothing but dark rage.
Like it's puppet, whose strings had been cut. The Knight stopped. It stopped everything as behind him a rift materialized and started to suck the black knight in.
Zyrus also fell, on his knees. Sword still stuck in his stomach. However, it seemed that the boy wasn't finished.
"YOU...You bastard, i swear it. I swear on my dead parents that the next time we met. Haa haa, It will be different...it will all be totally different. I swear... that i will rip and tore you with my own bare hands."
Zyrus screamed from the top of his lungs, as he sat on the back of his legs.
The Knight being sucked in the rift, held the Young Successor's gaze this time with an begrudging respect.
It flicked it's hand towards Zyrus's direction, as a small projectile flew from it's hands and landed in ground front of the boy.
It was a small red and black dagger, so sharp that it cut through the ground and stood horizontally.
Then, the Knight was gone and with it Zyrus also fell.
As the adrenaline rushed off, and the chaos calmed. Everything, hit him.
Broken ribs...Broken nose...A long cut on his chest...A deep burned wound on his side....his spinal cord and back of the skull with several heirline fractures...his broken wrist... hundreds of bruises and small cuts on his whole body.
And at last a calm mind with a angry heart.
The boy who once had been transmigrated had changed in just couple of hours.
Blink
A small sound came from his side, however Zyrus neither wanted nor had the energy to turn and look at who or what was it.
Then, a soft yet powerful hand gently touched mouth as a small yet trembling voice came from his front.
"Z- Zyrus, open y-your mouth." Anaerah said as she brought a small bottle filled with a rainbow coloured liquid towards his mouth.
Zyrus, opened his eyes.
"Say...My Dear Bond. Are we some fictional character's stuck in someone's fantasy. Like - written by a random anonymous dude, so that we will only get the character development and powers at the brink of death?"
Zyrus, asked his voice weak and low.
"No, not a chance. Power isn't something that one can hand you. You have to suffer to gain it, you have to fight to gain it like you had done so, now. So, My Dear Soul Bond, we aren't in some fantasy. This world...this world is as real as "us"."
With that the boy finally lost consciousness.