Blood Eater-

Chapter 8: Sunk



It took Nyx only a moment to understand what he was seeing;

'A glaive...'

He gritted his teeth, pushing off against the nose of the Terror, thrusting himself as hard as he could.

Only moments later did the Terror's head slam against the ground, dust and rock being hurled into the air as the disheartening crunch of its shattering bones echoed through his ears.

Nyx slid on his side, the ground beginning to scuff against his arm as he looked in awe towards the now bloodied corpse of the Terror. Sitting above the beast was Acher — the first boy called up by Sir Vaelis during the weapon selection.

Blood nearly completely covered his body as his silver glaive perched itself within the Terror's head. He kept himself high; staring straight into the sky with his golden hair being slightly illuminated by the glint off his weapon. Through the dust that kicked up, his subtle panting could be visible as his hand swiftly moved to his heart.

He watched in awe as the streaks of blood on Acher's body began to burn away into smoke. It was only soon after that he noticed the same was occurring with himself — the front of his body similarly doused in a thick coat of pure red which began to steam and dissipate, feeling as though he were lit aflame.

He gave a slight wince, slowly standing as he reached for his spear; still currently lodged into the fractured mouth of the beast. Naturally, his eyes paced up towards Acher, appearing like some form of heroic figure from a children's tale.

"Your arm-!" Acher exclaimed, hurriedly rushing to his side as he lifted the arm Nyx had thrown against the ground.

The skin was nearly completely peeled off — flesh blatantly exposed as it filled with small bits of dirt and rock.

"It's fine, I'm okay," Nyx murmured.

Acher gave a slight shake of his head. "You got injured because of me. I should have waited a moment longer before I attacked."

"No- that's not it. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead."

Nyx could spot a glisten in Acher's eye, making Nyx give a slight tick.

"-You saved me." Nyx spat out under his breath, shooting his eyes away as he stroked the side of his own face; only now realizing the existence of a wound there.

The warm, slick feeling of running blood seeped onto the tip of his fingers, now feeling the deep gash that struck his cheek.

Even still, his entire body felt numb. To Nyx, it felt as though he didn't even have a body, and that feeling was only growing worse.

The wolf appeared to have struck his face, and yet Nyx could feel absolutely nothing. It was only then did Nyx gain an odd sense of clarity.

'After all these injuries...' he pondered to himself, 'shouldn't I be in a lot of pain? If that's the case, then... why can I barely feel anything?'

From the streets to their side, Nyx could see Thane running up to them, stopping just before him as he spoke. "Are you alright?"

Nyx nodded. "I'm fine."

"Well, don't get too comfortable..." Thane muttered, gently tapping his hand against Nyx's shoulder before rushing into a rather large basin just beneath them, sword still drawn and in his grasp.

it was only then did Nyx realize; The city, which once had existed right where they stood, had sunk.

Only half managed to remain above ground, while the rest receded and came to rest in what appeared like a canyon — so colossally large that it almost appeared natural in existence. Almost.

Scattered limbs and shattered weapons spread across the ground below them — all covered by deep puddles of crimson and the sickly scent of iron. The cadets were completely dispersed, split apart by more Terrors of a similar vein to the previous.

The one that stood out, however, was the colossal beak and tendrils of a creature that had yet to even fully emerge from the ground — so large that it could easily tear right through an entire building with one bite.

"We need to help them," Acher stated, twisting the glaive in his hands as he began to rush down towards them.

Nyx did the same, clutching what remained of his spear as he bolted towards the others. Though his hands began to tremble, and even with the bleeding wound in his arm, he ran in. Despite the subtle hints of pain that pushed through the numbness, screaming at him to stop moving and rest, he ran.

He wasn't going to let anyone else die. He knew he wasn't a hero, but he was determined to fight back. To try.


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