At long last he had made it—after three years stuck in the tower that had opened in Seoul, and three years of being deployed by the tower-hunter association Drakenfell Alaric had managed to reach the 100th floor of the tower. In his ascension left a catastrophic wake of monsters and allies he had lost.
"After all this time!"
He mused to himself, his black eyes staring at the gates in front of him. Alaric wore a leather shirt with arm protectors around his forearms, open-finger gloves that had back metal plates—a pair of worn out pants and combat boots, around his shoulders tied around his chest was a white pelt made from fur of a monster he had killed in the dungeon and protruding from the said pelt was a set of twin handles that were oddly shaped and in the many pockets he had, there were essential items he needed to get rid of the tower.
The doors automatically opened and Alaric got hit by a very potent aura combined with the landscape change—from his time in the dungeons he knew that each floor had its own atmospheric conditions, almost as if it was a completely different world than the last.
This one made him anxious.
Something about it, seemed off but Alaric couldn't put a finger on it.
Dispersing the troubling thoughts regarding the unease he was feeling concerning the floor, Alaric took a step in and walked past the humongous stone doors that sealed shut right after.
Misty breathes originated from his bearded mouth as he stood inside the vast catacombs of frozen matter—his eyes danced from the left to the right and he could only see nothing but ice, snow and the occasional blizzard breathes from the frosting winds. In the distance however, Alaric saw something that made his blood run cold.
It was then, he knew what was happening and the likelihood of his survival rapidly diminished.
Surrounding him, evenly spaced were six doors that had markings for gods—the doors radiated death, destruction and hopelessness to Alaric and the one on the furthest left creeked open, the eerie sound flooding the desolate ice age world and heavy breathing, sending shockwaves flying hit Alaric pushing him back and it came.
Like a deafening thunderclap heralding across the sky, the beast emerged from the dark maws of the door.
Its reptilian body dwarfing the heavens, merging with the nimbuses in the floor. Scales lined its exterior forming a thick and nigh-impenetrable armor—Its head and beaming red eyes glared at the small figure of Alaric and it roared yet again, sending tremors flying and its roar did another thing that made Alaric regret ever making it that far up.
The rest of the six doors opened and from within came the heralding sounds of armies, stone, gigantic warriors of Ice emerged from the doors and he found himself pinned against a hard place and death.
"Giving me no choice huh?" Alaric grinned and grabbed the two weapons from their hidden place revealing two long—jaggered blades brimming with malice.
He held both weapons in his hands and his eyes gained a murderous tint as he began activating his ability to amplify his physical perimeters. With a push of his foot, Alaric dashed forward, running toward the charging ice warriors to his left—mid way through his suicidal charge, he swung his blades releasing crescent waves of darkness in the direction of the first line of warriors cutting through them and penetrating their center.
Alaric skillfully side-stepped, leaped and danced over attacks from the warriors, cutting them down with his augmented strength but despite all that, the ice warriors would just regenerate and resume their relentless assault.
Alaric huffed, he had been fighting the ice warriors for six days non stop, yet despite that, the dragon above never seemed to attack it him—it was almost as if it was watching him.
But for what purpose?
That he did not know.
Alaric glanced at his hands, they were covered in frostbite, scars, and fresh new wounds made during the six days of unending combat and he was nearing his limit. The twin blades of darkness were encroaching on his sanity, their administration to stealing his rationality and sanity slowly began to show as Alaric's left side was completely morphed into a pseudo dark shadow with sprouting ends.
His eyes shifted to the dragon above and a Tsk left his lips. "You enjoying this aren't you?" He chuckled to himself and picked up the weapons he had dropped. He then loosened the monster pelt he had, letting the heavy yet torn fabric fall onto the ground.
He crossed his hands, the blades on either side of his face and closed his eyes. Breathing deeply in, Alaric began to focus on the darkness seeping from the blades to his mind and he allowed it to consume him, letting himself swim in the endless sea of darkness, pain and death. For the last time, he was willing to give it all to end the scourge of humanity as a whole. A lone tear fell from his eye, the allies, the friends he had lost from the tower, it was for them.
Darkness pooled from the twin blades and gathered behind Alaric's shoulder forming a wing, that was obsidian as the darkness in his already dead heart. The lone wing of a dying angel of darkness flattered and he snapped his eyes open, mouth wide and tips of his fangs visible, Alaric let out a primal roar and charged at the monsters, darkness, and ice collided before everything went silent.
[Achievement complete]
[Godslayer Candidate]
[Aspect Of Chaos Dragon — god eater]
[Pseudo: Alaric Drakenfell]
[True name: —]
Alaric opened his eyes as a monotonous voice talked—stretching as far as he could see was absolute darkness but directly in his eyes was a panel with a black outline and a purple hue, written in bold letters at the top of the panel was a name. Godslaying System.
[Aspect of death: —]
[ Dragon of war: A unique ability bestowed to the Godslayer. Alaric, aspect of the Chaos dragon. Dragon of war, a draconian energy within Alaric granting him properties of a dragon including scales, elemental immunity and the primordial elements.]
[Rank: Awakened Godslayer]
Godslayer?
Dragon of war?
Everything did not make sense to Alaric, he last saw himself in the 100th floor of the tower, fighting a horde of immortal ice beings and after that everything went dark. Then he woke up in this place, with a stoic voice in his head telling him, he was this "Godslayer" when he was just a regular SSS Dungeon Hunter wanting to save humanity from the monsters that came from the dungeons. The main question in his mind was.
Am I dead?
[Yes]
The letters on the panels changed answering him.
Alaric closed his eyes and let himself fall into the darkness, submerging himself within its embrace. Everything he had fought for, only amounted to nothing at the end. He was alone as usual, and he was dying alone, he did not feel frightened, he felt lonely.
Then as if something had touched him, The darkness faded and he found himself standing ontop of a pile of ice, and next to him were the Twin Blades Of Darkness and another one, this one taking a shape of a dragon tooth, it's pigment white as the snow beneath his feet.
[Revival Complete]
[Fate Mission: Kill every last god]