Chapter 4: Back Story
~Ti Unkown~
~Place Unknown~
Noxious stench of the dead. The otherwise silent battlefield was now painted in crimson.
In this battlefield stood a lone figure, surrounded by the lifeless bodies of both humans and demons.
The once teeming arena now lay in ruin, irrevocably transford into a desolate wasteland.
The sable sky, erstwhile an azure canvas of hope, was now rendered an inky black.
In his hand, the shattered remnants of a —what appeared to be a machete—the only tangible reminder of the fierce struggle that had just transpired.
With a glance upward, his steely grey eyes betraying a palpable sense of exhaustion and despair.
He spoke in a hushed whisper that echoed throughout the desolate valley. "If a God exist then he cannot change his action to liking of individual beings. His action works for the entire universe equally."
And despite the sorrowful words that escaped him, a resigned semblance of a smile lingered on his beautiful face.
Having fought with unyielding force and unbending spirit, channeling his entire being towards the conflict, he remained the final survivor; his strength and fortitude worn beyond the point of no return.
In the distance, he beheld an army of grotesque and horrific beasts, consisting of creatures bearing the might of demons, draconic beings, and monstrosities that defied all logic.
Amidst the heavily overcast sky, the bleak darkness was pierced suddenly by a radiant light that illuminated every inch of the celestial realm.
As he gazed heavenward, a remarkable sight greeted his eyes: countless angels wielding glimring swords, the extraordinary sight evoking parallels from the book of Revelation.
Soaring towards him with breathtaking speed and otherworldly grace, they emanated a palpable sense of power and majesty.
Truly, the heavenly host had arrived, their presence ensuring a divine intervention that could only be equated to the divine judgent spoken of in holy scripture.
Procuring their arms with purposeful intent, they flew forth with an eminent verdict—not to serve as a beacon of hope, but rather with the aims of executing righteous punishnt upon the figure before them.
With a final surge of energy, he brought his machete to bear, and launched himself towards the nearly endless army.
In an extraordinary display of otherworldly power, the very fabric of his physical form dissolved into nothingness mid-flight, only to instantaneously reconstruct itself once again amidst the ranks of the enemy army, as if ti and space were nothing but re trifle that he could bend to his will.
In mid-flight, he spun his body in a perfect motion, engaging in a srizing dance of blades, hacking and slashing with frenzied precision.
In an instant, he brought death to twenty SS ranked beasts, whose existence was thought to be immune to death.
As an added flourish, a dazzling arc of energy emanated from his unstoppable weapon, eviscerating everything in its path and reducing the army's ranks by half-mile radius.
A masterstroke of transcendent magnitude, exerted by a warrior whose power defined even his last breath.
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It was all over.
The war had taken its toll, and now there was no more fight left in him.
As he lay there, he tried to make so sense of it all, but the darkness had taken over, and even his thoughts were fading away.
In his final mont, the man thought of how his fate might fit into this universe.
He hoped that whatever higher power existed was, indeed, capable of understanding and embracing the fragility of life and the importance of its preservation.
As the man closed his eyes for good, the battlefield was now silent, as if it were tired of all the death and destruction it had witnessed, wanting to be reborn and start anew, with clean air, open skies...
[Initiating Rev..]
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~Earth~
Noah's POV(POINT OF VIEW) :
Whooeeeeeeiiiimmmm!!— The train roared to life with a loud chanical whirr.
As the train levitated, the view outside descended.
[All systems analyzed.]—The robotic AI inford.
Slowly the the train pulled out of the station and began to pick up speed.
Bzzz! — Bzzt! —Startled by the buzzing, I reached into my pocket.
I glanced at the screen and found a text from my mother.
[Mom (Acacia) : Text when you reach that old man. And best of luck, honey. I hope everything goes alright, and you can start a new life ahead from this point on. ]
'A new life, huh?'—I smiled.
Slipping the phone back into my pocket, I tilted my head and let it rest against the cool window.
My eyes greedily absorbed the view outside—a beautiful landscape; fields of green and gold stretched out as far as the eye could see.
The scenery was complented by the otherwise deep orange sky.
It was beautiful. It really was, but at the sa ti kind of funny to think about.
If an alien sees this view, they would say, it's beautiful. Earth,a beautiful world.
'A beautiful world'——"Huh! Tcht! "—my tongue clicked disapprovingly at the absurdity of such a statent.
This scenery was nothing but a lie.
Beautiful, but a lie.
In reality, this world was far from beautiful.
Year, 2369, just 9 months before my birth, God had abandoned this world.
Strange natural disasters— disasters, without any logical reason, started to absorb this world.
Tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, typhoons, and tornadoes began occurring worldwide. Scientists investigated, but no apparent explanation could be found. As ti passed, these disasters beca more frequent.
The oxygen levels in the atmosphere rose, and even tiny creatures like cockroaches and ants grew to the size of cars.
Strange areas with no gravity started appearing across the globe. This terrifying threat eventually beca known as "The Great Cataclysms."
It all began in the year 2369, when our planet was struck by a mysterious blue beam of light. No one knew what it was. Satellites recorded footage of the beam, which looked eerily like sothing out of a fantasy novel or manga - those magical energy beams. Sounds unbelievable, right? But that's the best way to describe it.
Living in such a world it's only natural to ask, 'Am I gonna make it out alive?'
The answer was quiet obvious —No.
I am basically a dead man at this point —counting my last days.
I tried to push away my worries and focus on the present, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that all of this was just the beginning of sothing much bigger. Much bigger than all of us.
It felt like the beginning of...the end.
And not just the end of 'this' world.
'Why the hell am I feeling this way?! '—I furrowed my brow.
I put on my headphones and closed my eyes.
I had a rare blood condition that made my life unceratin and the state of the world just intensified that feeling.
But there was hope ,I was on my way to et my grandfather, a scientist who was working on sothing that could change everything.
He has always been working on bemusing projects...
Embraced by the soft cushion of train seat , Drawsiness soon began to envelop my consciusness...
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(Suddenly)
I was at my father's office building, alone.
The office building was usually spacious and clean, but this ti, it was all abandoned and rusted and falling apart.
I could see through so of the ceiling at tis.
I decided ,for whatever reason to walk into one of the rooms, one of the computer rooms.
Everything was destroyed, the ceiling was almost non existent, so of the computers were on the ground destroyed, others rusty: or in their place but broken.
Still in the room in awe of the place I frequently visited that was now destroyed.
. . .??
I think I heard sothing.
'Sothing' grabbed by the arm and threw against the wall of the room.
That's when I could see it.
'It' was tall, skinny, and pure black with white eyes and with long hands and nails.
I was petrified.
'What is this thing?!'
I had no ti to think, as it violently threw to the ground.
I couldn't get up for so reason.
While I was still down, it took it's long sharp nail, and forcefully pushed it into my stomach. It stabbed .
Buzz!— Buzz!
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Buzz!— Buzz!
The sound of my smartphone woke up.
BUDUMP!—BUDUMP! —My heart was racing.
I reached for my phone inside my pocket and felt sothing wet and cold in my back.
I was sweating.
"It's been four tis in a row since I have been having the sa dream. The hell?"
Forget it.
I unlocked my phone , a notification from pencord server of my novel caught my attention.
Skeeming through the comnts section one stood out to .
"TheyAsuke" comnted- "I was expecting sothing fresh but this is just the sa old story, I will have to drop it."
As an author I was used to critical reviews but it never got any easier.
*Sigh*
I checked my sonata
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Year 2393
Ti 10:15 am
Date Nov 3
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-Ding- Destination has arrived-
I stood up from my sit.
"Right", I took out my phone and texted my mother- 'I have reached'.
'Huff' ,taking a deep breath I cleared my mind.
"Lets get this over with"
*Ding*
"Passengers please pay attention, the train has arrived City Z"- [from the robotic announcer.]
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