Dual Sword God

Chapter 55 - An Old Tale, Taking the Stage!

A long time ago, in a distant time.

It was during an era of a brutal conflict, between the Beastman Tribe and a Prominent War Saint Faction. However, this tale is not about their war, but the story of two men who fought to settle their scores...

It happened on the verge of twilight, at a place filled with the scent of roses. If one looked around, they would see an endless meadow of red roses stretching to vast horizon itself. A brilliant crystal palace stood here; it was a grand construct built with the most beautiful materials of exquisite design.

However, this palace was silent, as there were no guards, and no maids, only a man who stood alone and aloof of the mundane world peacefully within his flower garden.

In front of this man was a coffin of gorgeous design, it was made of a pure type of crystal that sparkled with the color of the roses in the surroundings. If one looked carefully they would see that resting peacefully inside, was a woman who was beautiful beyond words could describe, she lay sleeping as if she would continue to sleep until the end of time.

As this man sat down, he gazed at the woman in the coffin with an infatuated look at the depths of his eyes.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Suddenly, the sound of hard footsteps could be heard as with each step taken the roses that were below the individual's feet would be crushed to nothing. This man slowly walked towards the seated man, and upon reach a few a meter away he stopped his motion and stood silently in this field of roses.

Swoosh! A gentle breeze blew which lifted some red petals that flow between the two individuals as the only the sound of their clothing could be heard making flapping noises with the rise its wind, giving a bit of motion in the quiet atmosphere.

"So... you've finally come," The seated figure said as he continued to stare at the coffin.

"Where is she?" The man said in a dark tone, as he stood with one arrow in his left hand and humongous bow in the other, a sharp look was in his eyes.

"She rests peacefully in the garden of roses..." The seated figure replied as he lifted his vision and stared the man that stood behind him.

"Do you know why I have come?" The man asked as he gripped his bow tightly.

"Hahaha! How would it be hard to guess? What man is willing to live on this earth with that man that took his wife?" The seated figure with a look of derision in his eyes.

"Are ready to face your death?" The man with bow said indifferently.

"I am ready, but the question is, are you ready to face the consequences?" The seated figure replied as a dark fiendish aura started to rose from his body.

"I remember telling you that day, that as long as I the Divine Arrow Exault exists. You and I will not live in this piece of earth, in this stretch of space. No matter how many years, how many eras, we will fight and one of us will die..." The man as he lifted his bow and placed his arrow within its string soon his bolt started to glow in a divine light.

Phew! Bang! The terrifying energies of both beings erupted as the once beautiful field of roses became a wasteland, leaving behind only clusters of powers that spread across the endless horizon to no end.

"I am the Rose Fiend! And what I want, no one can take!" The seated figure said with a dark fiendish aura around his form, as he stood before the crystal coffin.

And so, they fought, they battled and raged war, decimating all in their path for years upon years until one day, they both faded. No one knew who won their battle, and no one knew where they went, as they both disappeared into the memories of time itself...