The Realisation

[Empire Calendar 421, 4 month, 28th]

The crimson moon light falling on two figures soaked wet, one who is standing on top of mountain of corpses and rain which pouring Relentlessly.

The Heavenly demon.

who's clothes similar to mine but in black colour and is covered with blood which makes it appears like very dark red.

And their deep red hue.

And

The other—me.

Or rather, the body I inhabited, someone called Sword God, Standing on corpses and this body left arm which stitched together, Clothes of this body which appears to used to be white but now appears in dark red because of blood.

The Sword God tighted his grip on his sword, his body screamed in protest --- his wounds --- his broken bones, his shattered spirit which makes want to die.

Only his will to kill is keeping him alive.

(Leonard thinking): What is this pain, I feel in my body, no this pain is not mine it's this sword god's, But , why am I feeling this body's pain, it's hurts, it's hurts, so much aghaa.

Their battle had already defied reason. Two warriors, past their limits, fighting as if their very existence depended on victory.

Because it did.

A deep chuckle rumbled from the Heavenly Demon's throat. "Look at yourself, Sword God. One arm barely functional, body held together by sheer will. And yet, you still stand?"

The Sword God spat blood onto the ground. "I will stand until you fall."

The Heavenly Demon smirked. "Then let's finish this."

Their swords clashed.

A deafening clang split the air, shockwaves tearing through the battlefield. Corpses were flung aside like rag dolls, the earth beneath them cracking under the force.

The Sword God struck with everything he had, aiming for the Heavenly Demon's throat. But his opponent was too fast—a mere tilt of the head, and the blade missed by a hair's breadth.

The counterattack came instantly.

A savage kick to the ribs. A deep gash across his chest.

Pain flared, but he didn't stop.

Couldn't stop.

Twisting mid-air, he brought his sword up—

A thin line of blood bloomed on the Heavenly Demon's cheek.

"Tch." The man clicked his tongue, wiping the wound with the back of his hand. "Annoying."

No time to celebrate.

A fist, infused with monstrous strength, slammed into his side.

Ribs shattered.

Vision blurred.

His body wavered, ready to give in. But he forced himself to remain standing.

Not yet.

Not until his sword found the heart of the man who had taken everything from him.

The Heavenly Demon tilted his head. "Still standing? Impressive." His smirk widened. "But let's see how much more you can endure."

He stepped forward. His sword blurred—

A dozen slashes in an instant.

Fast. Precise. Lethal.

Blood sprayed as the Sword God barely managed to block the most fatal blows.

Then—

CRACK.

The bones gave out.

His left arm shattered.

The Sword God gritted his teeth, his knees buckling. His body was failing him.

He was dying.

But—

His fingers curled tighter around his sword.

Not yet.

The Heavenly Demon sighed. "I'll give you this—you may not the strongest opponent

I' ve ever faced but, You most definitely the hardest opponent to kill the toughest, this you are worthy to be my last opponent." He pointed his sword at the Sword God's throat. "But this is the end."

He lunged.

The Sword God moved.

A final burst of power which I don't know but appears to be similar to aura surged through his failing body, his last ounce of strength pouring into one final strike.

Their swords met.

A blinding flash.

The heavens roared.

The earth trembled.

Then—

Silence.

A cold wind swept across the battlefield.

Two figures stood frozen.

The Sword God… and the Heavenly Demon.

Blood dripped from their wounds, soaking into the corpses below.

The Heavenly Demon glanced down. A deep wound stretched across his torso, blood spilling freely. He blinked, almost in disbelief.

Then he laughed.

A deep, guttural laugh.

"Heh. You actually did it."

"You actually managed to bring me down for good even though I was heavily injured just like you, it's a shame that you are going die without getting rewards for killing me."

The Sword God's lips parted, but no words came.

His vision darkened. His body felt… weightless.

His sword slipped from his fingers.

And then—

He fell.

Darkness swallowed him and Me whole.

—

I woke up.

Gasping for air, I bolted upright, my body drenched in sweat. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, my breath coming in ragged gulps.

What… was that?

I looked around. In fear.

No battlefield. No corpses. No blood.

I was in my room.

The moonlight filtered softly through the window, casting faint shadows over the familiar wooden desk, the neat cupboard, the bed I sat in.

A dream?

No.

It was too real.

I raised my hands—small, unscarred.

This body— its my body—was that of Leonard von Aurelian. A seven-year-old noble child.

I returned to my body.

Not a warrior. Not the Sword God.

And yet—

Who was that?

That battle…

And why did it feel like I was him?

Remembering memories of techniques that which I don't know but I think they came from the sword god guy.

"Whats going onnn..." I screamed internally.

A shiver ran down my spine.

Something was wrong.

Something had changed.

And I had a feeling…

This was only the beginning.