ROOOAR!
The dark, cloudy sky continued to rage loudly as the sky rumbled. Kenta surveyed his surroundings carefully after the thick mist had disappeared completely; finally, he could see.
From what he saw, he was in some kind of garden; the stone tile he was standing on was destroyed, leaving behind a large crater.
A beautiful garden of flowers spread out around him. He also noticed a stone statue of what seemed to be a handsome man holding a sword that resembled his broad sword. But he wasn't in his right mind to pay attention to that at the moment.
Several seconds had passed, but there was still no sign of anyone. The voice that had tormented him also became silence seeing the appearance of the broad sword.
ROOOAR!
The thunder continued to rumble loudly in the sky. Thunderbolts fell to the ground in the far distant, leaving behind craters in their wake as a large portion of the once beautiful-looking garden was destroyed.
ROOOAR!
The sky continued to rumble.
".... Fine then, if you don't want to cooperate with me kindly, then I'll drag you out myself!" He muttered. Then raised his hand holding the sword, the blade which was as black as darkness glowed brightly, causing the space around Kenta to twist and turn as though it was ripping apart the very space itself.
A dark aura filled with negative energy washed over the surroundings.
"Pl-Please s-stop! Alright, I'll come out! Just stop that!" the voice said, panicking. The mist once again gathered and twisted, changing shape until it took the shape of a human woman.
The woman's body was slightly transparent and weak; it was as if her body could fade away at any moment. It was as if he were looking at a ghost.
But, despite that, she was truly beautiful. Her long silver hair and deep red eyes only bring out her beauty even more. However, her white thigh was shaking faintly as though she was terrified while staring at the 'Soul Eater' sword.
"You?" Kenta's deep red eyes stared at her confusedly for some time. Strange, did he know this woman? He couldn't help but shake his head in confusion. She felt familiar to him, and yet strangely she didn't. He sighed before looking at her seriously.
"Who are you?" he asked. The silver-haired woman looked at Kenta in confusion. "Eh? You have forgotten about me? Could it be you lost your memories?" she asked.
"Huh?" Kenta tilted his head at her, unsure of what she was talking about.
Memories, lost what memories?
"I don't know what you're talking about, enough! You're the one who forced me to the ground, right?" he narrowed his blood red eyes fiercely at that. "Guh." The body of the woman was forced to go down to her knees, feeling the heavy pressure of Kenta.
Her face grimaced as it felt like her soul was being crushed, even though such a thing should be impossible.
"Wait! M-My soul can't take much more of this! Anymore and I'll be-"
"Shut up!" Kenta's voice roared amidst the sound of crackling thunder. The silver-haired woman's already pale face became even paler.
"You were the one who started this mess, but I'm the one who is going to finish it." He said calmly.
"Please forgive my insolence, I didn't know you were him," she said, prostrating herself pleadingly.
Kenta was about to land the finishing blow when his hand came to a sudden stop. For some reason, even though he was really angry, he didn't want to kill the woman before him; it was as if something inside him was hesitating.
After thinking about it carefully, he decided not to kill her. Deeming that he had already paid her back in full, seeing her pitiful state.
"Get up," he ordered. The silver-haired woman slowly got to her feet once the heavy pressure was lifted. The dark cloud that had filled the sky instantly cleared up. Kenta's blue eyes, which had returned to normal, looked into the eyes of the woman before him as he asked.
"You said something about 'Him', but who are you talking about? Who is he? And what connection do I have with you?" Kenta asked.
His sword was still clutched tightly in his hand. The silver-haired woman seemed to be extremely wary of the soul eater sword as she looked at it cautiously. The woman was a helpless, weak soul, before the 'Soul Eater' sword that enjoyed devouring tasty souls; for her, it was her worst nightmare just being in the presence of that sword.
She couldn't help but look at the young man before her curiously. 'Did he really lose his memories? But only that guy could use that sword; no one else had been able to so much as touch it other than him,' she thought.
But then noticed something, how was this boy here in the first place? This was a spiritual plane no mortal should be able to access other than that person.
How could she have forgotten about this important fact! Now she was regretting her bad choice of attacking. "Could you hurry up! I don't have all day!" Kenta said coldly.
"Uh, my name is Elena, one of the strongest sorcerers who hailed from the kingdom of Oura," she explained.
Hearing that Kenta tilted his head, he had no idea what kingdom that was; he had never heard of that country before, and he had read about many of the neighbouring kingdom but, but the kingdom of Oura was not one of them.
"Never heard of that place," he said, confused.
"Haha... I'm not surprised it's a kingdom from the distant past; I don't know how much time has passed in the mortal world, but I can guess that it has been quite a while now," the silver-haired woman said, sighing somewhat sadly. Seeing that look on her face, Kenta frowned slightly.
He didn't know if the woman before him was telling him the truth or not, but he decided to believe her for the moment.
It's not like he had any other option either way. Kenta looked at the sword in his hand. For some reason, it was restless as though itching to devour the nice juicy prey before it.
"You seem to know about my sword. Could you explain it to me?" he asked curiously.
Now that someone had knowledge about his sword, he wanted to use this opportunity to learn more about it.
"Huh? You don't know about that sword? But isn't that the same sword that had been with you since the beginning?" she asked, confused.
"No, I don't know what you mean by beginning. I only had this sword for a week at most since it appeared before me." Kenta explained.
"..... I see, well, if that really is the same sword then. It must be the soul eater sword that was created by the god of war, also known as the 'God of Death,' that was feared back then," she explained.
"God of death?" Kenta tilted his head in confusion. Everyone knew about the gods that had once existed in the world billions of years ago before they had disappeared. Kenta had never heard of this so-called god of death before.
"You say he created this sword?" Kenta asked, looking at the sword in his hand. Elena nodded her head and said with a slightly conflicted expression.
"Actually, he is the one who trapped me here for so long, Hendrix, he... he was the man I had loved back then," she confessed sheepishly.
Hearing that, Kenta couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly. 'She was trapped as a mere soul by the man she loved. What happened for them to fight? Back then, my heart didn't want to kill her. Was that the reason I shouldn't have any connection to this Hendrix, right? So why?' Kenta was confused about his own heart.
"When I saw that sword in your hand, I thought you two might be the same person. Perhaps I was wrong? Your appearance isn't anywhere close to his, and your aura is far weaker than his own as well." she said in a faint voice.
".... Could you tell me how strong Hendrix was exactly?" Kenta asked curiously. Elena placed her hand beneath her chin as she answered.
"He was the strongest god that existed back then... but that was precisely why he never had a good life; his strength became his own downfall."
Kenta raised his eyebrow in confusion. He wanted to know more of what she was talking about, but the space became unstable as the thick mist once again obstructed his view. But before he could go, Elena spoke carefully once more.
"Remember this, boy, don't allow your own power to consume you; doing so will only make you go down the same path as he did, eventually leading to your own demise," she explained.
....
When Kenta opened his eyes, he found himself back inside his room staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know whether or not that was a dream; if it wasn't, then he needed to rethink a lot of things. If even someone like the god of war, Hendrix, could fall, then Kenta needed to become even stronger than he was; in other words, he needed to become as strong as a god himself, which was easier said than done. He sighed before getting up from his bed.