Chapter 6:A Fight in the Darkness [2]

At that moment, the two light-blue sword slashes on the sides suddenly curved, attacking me from the right and left.

"...he wants me to go backward."

Increasing the frequency at which my wings flapped, I burst upward in the air, watching as the three magical sword slashes collided at my previous location.

As the three light-blue slashes hit each other, a cloud of blue cotton candy-colored smoke formed, covering the space below me.

Then, before I could react, the "hero" raced forward into the smoke with his light-blue sword.

Glancing upward, I considered flying higher into the darkness, but the memory of the soldiers falling into the abyss void earlier immediately dissuaded me.

So, staying in the exact same place, I readied my obsidian sword and stared downward at the light-blue cloud of smoke.

Swinging my obsidian sword down at the air, I watched as countless blood-red sword slashes appeared below me before immediately charging downward.

Time was running out for me, so I couldn't afford to wait for the "hero" to make his move.

As the red magical sword slashes entered the blue cloud, the smoke slowly began to turn purple as the colors merged.

Within a couple of moments, I saw it...a small and faint light-blue glow.

With the blue smoke no longer able to hide his sword, the hero's light-blue weapon was visible from above.

Angling myself toward the light-blue glow, I cocked my hand with the obsidian sword back, making the tip of the sword face directly backward.

Then, in a swift and clean motion, I rushed my hand forward and released the sword, sending it hurling at the light blue glow in the cloud of purple smoke.

Not giving the "hero" any time to dodge, the sword flew downward at incredible speed, reaching the light-blue glow in a matter of seconds.

*CLANG*

"AHHHHH!"

Within seconds, the light-blue hue was nowhere to be seen within the cloud of smoke, and a desperate scream had sounded.

Smiling, I stretched my hands upward and looked around the cathedral, not bothering to grab my obsidian sword.

"Looks like I actually have time to spare...what to do, what to do?"

I had been locked up and chained in that colorless world for so long...but now I had full freedom.

Freedom to do anything.

"The next town over...I can get there in ten minutes. Can the people there entertain me!? Will their blood be as vibrant and colorful..."

Not even a second after those words left my mouth, I instantly felt the right side of my head explode with pain as something steel-hard crashed against it.

A moment later, I was no longer flying upright with a smile but plummeting toward the ground with a pained expression.

Falling through the cloud of smoke, I subconsciously raised my hand to my head; however, when I looked back at my hand, it was covered in crimson-red blood.

As my head began to spin and reel in pain, I resisted the urge to puke and glanced downward.

Currently, I was heading straight toward the gap between the carpet and the pillar.

Using my wings seemed like the obvious option...but I wouldn't be able to flap them fast enough and generate enough power to save me.

Using my teleportation ability, "Shadow Step" could work...but I would need something concrete to step on.

Recalling the sudden sequence of actions that had sent me into this situation, I sighed.

The scream I had heard...it had not been from the "hero."

It had been from my blood-red slashes hitting the carpet below the smoke and killing the remaining soldiers.

Examining the area below me, I closed my eyes upon realizing that the red carpet and towering pillars were too far for me to reach and step on. 

However, as I reopened my eyes and looked upward, hoping something useful would come falling out of the sky, a sudden light-blue hue flashed below me.

And, there I saw my obsidian sword and the "hero's" light-blue sword intertangled as they also tumbled toward the ground.

Since I was much heavier than the two swords combined, I would be able to fall faster and catch up to them before reaching the abyss-black void.

As a smile appeared on my face, a sudden cold voice echoed from above me.

"Hey. We're going together."

As my gaze slowly shifted upward, the sight of a familiar figure, only a few feet above me, came into view.

The "hero" was falling...with me.

Like a grim reaper ensuring their target's death, the "hero" was following after me even at the cost of his own life, making sure I died.

Adjusting my body so that my head was facing toward the ground, I attempted to ignore the hero and focus on the swords.

But, as I instinctively glanced upward, I immediately realized...that the hero was...catching up to me and falling faster.

Before I knew it, a sudden force had gripped my right leg, propelling me downward at an even faster speed and throwing off my plan.

With a grim expression, I tried to avoid looking at the two falling swords, hoping the "hero" wouldn't notice them...but as expected, the "hero" quickly recognized his own sword.

Although he had no idea about the requirements for my teleportation ability, upon glancing between my body and the swords, the "hero" immediately muttered.

"Like hell, we're surviving."

Unable to do anything, I simply stared and continued falling as I felt my right leg be yanked to the right, pushing me farther away from the two swords.

Or...that was what I tried to portray.

As the swords neared my and the "hero's" bodies, I immediately began fiercely kicking my right leg up and down, attempting to throw his hand off.

However, as a swordsman who had trained his grip on a sword for countless years, the "hero's" grasp on my leg did not falter.

But...he did stop yanking my leg away.

At that very moment, as the "hero" and I were about to pass the two swords, I raised my head.

Making eye contact with the hero, I simply grinned and suddenly kicked my left leg, which the "hero" was not holding, outward.

Then, stretching my head outward so that it was parallel to the ground, I rushed it forward, extending the horns on my head as far ahead as I could.

Within a second, I felt it.

The feeling of the cold, hard metal of the light-blue sword hitting the ruby-hard substance of my horns.