The sun rose sleepily in the east, but quickly regained its exuberant shine, warming the world beneath it in the warmth of its infinitely powerful flares of power licking its vast surface well past the sparsely decorated indigo gradient above. It was beaming with happiness and excitement while staring down at the vast world with a wrapped expression of fixation on the figure of an enormous snake wriggling its way from the depths of the world while also continuing to sink the entire desert miles beneath the surface, displacing the dead from their eternal resting place and allowing them to reunite with the truly ancient dead that had been hidden beneath the serpent's burial. The plateau, which had enclosed the desert from the rest of the world, looked to grow smaller and sink just like the desert continued to plunge into the ancient darkness of the previous realm of the dead inside the carcass of the first creature to leave the world of the living. The sight of waves of sand pouring helplessly into the black mark on the world followed by the loud booms of various enormous skeletons of varying degrees of power hitting the bottom of the pit painted a picture of erratic chaos, and in the center of the spiral was the snake and the knight, readying for their confrontation, both cursed by the same man.
The knight–who was currently surrounded by foot soldiers of the king's dead army–stood still, staring down his target with a fire held in the deep black holes of his helmet, and suddenly, he lunged forward, cleaving the head of a dead juggernaut like a hot knife through butter. The low orange tint of the blade grew in hue ever so lightly while the dragon began to emanate what the knight could've perceived as excitement. These things were missed by the knight, however, as he was being swept away by a torrent of black ooze summoned from the palm of a sin that had once emerged from the hell gate. Thankfully, the knight was able to dodge the lethal attack. The goo had partially disintegrated a trio of knights that were advancing towards the living man with speed much greater than his own. They were out of the fight at least. His eyes darted around, but he was more informed from the sound of iron slapping against the sand heading directly for him from the back. Sidestepping, he watched as a horse jetted past him into the herd that was previously in front of him, but now to the right of him. Short red flames danced across the surface of the desert, particularly in the places where the horse had placed its hooves in its mad charge to skewer him. There was not enough time to continue wondering, however, as a thrust from a spear made entirely of strange, silvery liquid metal made itself known, but was quickly dodged. His eyes darted to the holder of said spear, only to see a white porcelain mask covering up the skull, while a shroud of darkness covered the rest of its head, in the form of a tattered, black cloak that billowed lightly in the whirling winds on this harsh battlefield.
The spear quickly shifted its form into several projectiles in the shape of knives that launched with an inhumane level of accuracy, but even though they met their mark, they did not leave a mark. The liquid metal splashed helplessly against the armor covering his form.
'Though they're similar, this one is far less proficient than the other one.' Swiftly, the large warrior charged towards the smaller creature and swung down with a similar level of precision as the one in front of him, and easily cut the skull into two separate pieces, causing the former human to collapse and return to its previous state of rest. He was given a few moments to stare at the now two-pieced rusty symbol written on the stark white mask, but was snapped back to reality by the sound of loudly whistling wind inherent in the sound of a blade cutting through the air with great force. Ducking, he held onto his blade tightly while the sword flew right over him, and in the half a second after it passed over his head, he was back on his feet and quickly spun to look at tall individual who had attacked him, but he didn't pay that much thought and beat the dead one with a single downward arc splitting its entire body in half down the spine. The world around him was now much smaller than it had been placed back in this plane of existence, and that had only dawned on the knight in that moment. The darkness wasn't very far off from where he was, and with that realization, he glanced at his target and continued his strides through the army with a renewed savagery that wasn't present a few moments prior.
He hacked, he sawed, and he butchered his way through the crowd of reanimated puppets. With every skull crushed, the speed at which the new fell was even faster. It didn't matter the size, special abilities, or if they were formerly human or not; all of them fell to his feet one way or another. Let it be because of his blade, or timely moves that pitted the dead against themselves, it didn't matter to him, only that they returned to where they belonged. Which wasn't in this world. Dodging a swipe from a rubber-like hand, he thereafter dashed forward and–despite the heavy armor he wore–danced around various zealots with a critical ease as he sidestepped a spike of earth that appeared nigh-instantaneously. Playing with them was fun for a while, but a good amount of the strongest fighters had already fallen, so as an effect, it was growing quite stale to fight the dead, which only made it more exciting when he finally reached the base of the snake who had long since reached the heavens and only continued to go farther and farther beyond. He moved to pierce a scale with his now slightly bright orange blade, but was struck in his right side with a quick jab that had the knight doubling over in pain. That was one of two strikes that had landed, and the only one that had hurt him.
The figure was roughly the same height as the now-downed knight. Its small stature made it quite hard to see when the knight was still fighting his way through the crowd, but he had seen this lurker from moment to moment. It was one of the beings of the underground ocean, but one that he had heard of before. During his own time, the underground ocean had only been discovered recently, with many of the research units that went to the depths never returning, as they had been consumed by the hideous creatures of the forbidden place, but this one was one he recognized, as he was the single man sent to deal with the creature lurking in the shallows of that God forsaken ocean.
Its small stature was made entirely of femurs of various small creatures that had assimilated into its body when alive, which was crowned by the small skull of a child no older than seven. Its jaw hung open limply while its head was cocked to the side in an almost innocent confusion, but it came off far more sinister as its soulless eye sockets stared through the knight's visor and into his soul. They stared at each other for a few moments, but the knight tore his gaze away from the amalgamation. He knew exactly what was lurking not far from the surface of the bone-riddled dunes. Its true form was a sight that he would rather not see again. Shivering beneath the armor, he swiftly returned to his full height and swung his blade into the armor of the snake, instantly pulling him high into the sky. Below, the small skeleton looked up in a state of disappointment for a long while. It stood there quietly while its vast intellect worked endlessly over the new life it seemed to have been blessed with, even if it was for a few minuscule and fleeting moments. The body, compiled of femoris, slowly began to sink back into the dunes and continued to sink into the darkness. A low hum reverberated from its reanimated corpse as it found a place to rest, nestled deep in the darkest corner of the rib cage that created the land of the dead where it resisted against the one who called upon its vast sea of power with its greater intelligence and returned to the afterlife, yet it never did.
The knight found it hard to stay attached to the snake due to the sheer speed at which he was ascending to the clouds, yet he managed somehow. The wind was shouting in his ears, but it didn't matter. He climbed his way up as the snake continued to escape the abyss that had officially consumed the entire graveyard, but the knight didn't notice; he just continued to stab his way up the side of the snake. He wasn't sure if the snake even knew if he was being hurt due to its rather large physique, but it didn't matter. If the snake felt it, then it would try to attack him, saving him the time of continuing to climb, but if it didn't, that meant a free surprise attack. With every slice into the snake skin, he was getting faster and faster, but it didn't change the great distance between himself and the head of the snake, which was currently looking around the world curiously, trying to drink in the surroundings completely. There only looked to be a single way to get this beast's attention, which was by wounding it. Since there was no more land to get above, the snake was no longer continuously gaining height, which allowed the knight a moment to collect his thoughts and formulate a plan, which had to be made quite intricately. He was still dangling miles above the former surface level, not even mentioning the much deeper surface level that was the root of the entire domain of the dead in the physical realm; safe to say that he did not want to fall to the ground and have to climb his way back up this beanstock of a snake.
The knight glanced at the orangish-blade for a moment, then looked outward before returning instantly to the sword stuck in the snake's skin nearly to the hilt with a curious expression. A plan was beginning to unfold as he stared at the illuminated blade with a hint of confused intrigue. Though it was subtle, he felt it after the very first enemy he had cut down: his blade was getting sharper. He wasn't exactly sure how, or even why, but he felt that this weapon that he had used since he was knighted gained an enchantment to somehow gained an enchantment or blessing to get sharper; it was quite confusing. Questions were invading his consciousness like a tsunami, flooding his mind completely, but was drained out with an intensity much greater than the questions. It didn't matter how he got the enchantment, he just needed to know how it worked. It's just that that is much easier said than done.
He continued to stare at the weapon intensely, theories building themselves up and being struck down all at the same moment. This remained for a few minutes, until his posture suddenly gave off a blatant confusion. 'It can't be that simple… right?' But it indeed was that simple. The blessing that was bestowed upon his blade was as simple as they come, but it was so much more. All the sword did was get sharper with every kill made while using the blade, but his thoughts were halted when he started descending, while the sword's dull orange hue grew faster and faster with every second. All that was happening while not a single drop of red escaped the quickly widening wound. Behind the helmet, his face grew slightly grim while the quick realization struck his mind.
'Things are going to get ugly,' He grouched to himself while he clasped the blade tightly. Blood was starting to leak from the extremely long wound as he continued to descend. The sword, which could likely absorb the blood of enemies to grow even sharper, had absorbed so much of that blood that the once orange hue was being stained an ugly red that was infecting the entire blade with every second the blade was stuck in the side of this goliath of a creature. The way the snake's flesh was being sliced through couldn't even be compared to a hot knife through butter anymore, it was as if the skin was parting before the blade even touched it. There was no way the snake hadn't felt the gaping wound on its side. Almost on queue, a rumble shrouded his ear while the body of the snake contorted around onto itself, while the distant haze of a gargantuan head began to grow in size and shrink and distance from where he was. Its deep hatred was imprinted in its featureless facial structure, which was somehow set into a snarl, while also descending to his level faster than the knight was slicing through its skin. Within seconds, they were face to face once again. The snake flicked its forked tongue with agitation while the knight continued to fall, leaving chaos in his wake and not a drop of blood escaping the wound.
The snake hissed in a wince of pain, and in a fraction of a second, bared its fangs and lunged downwards towards the knight, aiming to swallow the small creature and end this as quickly as possible. Its lightning-fast strike towards itself was over even quicker than it had started. The knight now found himself plastered across the nose of the serpent, while its head continued to descend before stopping briefly.
In those quick moments, the snake changed its trajectory and shot straight into the sky with speeds even greater than it had struck the knight with. Their eyes were locked onto each other as the duo parted the clouds and watched as the sky continued to grow into deeper and deeper shades of blue. Glancing away from the heated staring contest he found himself in, he gazed at the brilliant stars in the sky. 'They don't seem too far now…' He wanted to reach out to them, but was cut off by the sudden remembrance of the false god beneath him. The blade, which was still held tightly in his grip, was glowing nearly a blinding orange at that point. It had ingested so much blood from the snake that it looked more like one of the stars in his sky than a sword. There was only one thing left he could do. Grinning lightly behind the helmet, he spoke softly to the hate-filled creature, "Goodnight." With those final words departed onto the animal, he lightly tossed the weapon upwards. Time slowed as the weapon ascended, before beginning to descend onto the crown of the snake, and watched with a cruel fascination as the blade fell and finally connected with the tough skin of the snake. The blade effortlessly parted the skin and flew down with increasing sharpness through said skin, then the skull, and last, but not least, entered and exited the brain. It didn't end there, though; the blade continued its journey through the entire body of the snake, which led quickly to a great recoil in its enormous form.
Swaying greatly, the lifeless carcass of the snake toppled to the ground in a crawl before morphing into a run to the surface, aiming for the barrier between the land of the living and the dead. The winds were being displaced underneath the crushing weight of the falling titan, the heated gaze of the rising sun, and deafened the ears entirely. The hate in the snake's amber eyes stood still, frozen forever as it faded with its very soul. The knight–who was able to stay on the snake's snout with a degree of difficulty–was ultimately thrown off the body of the snake due to the large winds, but was able to make out briefly through the pelting winds how the body slammed greatly into the plateau lining the graveyard, before being consumed by a tan cloud of dust larger than even the body of the snake. Beyond the grave, the gigantic snake had carved a path between the land of the living and the land of the dead, allowing its hold on the remains of the dead to wane, giving them rest from its vile grasp. A deafening boom followed instantaneously at the very moment. A single thought had parted the cloudy skies of his mind which had been conveyed through a grimace of annoyance, the knight said to himself with a dampened agitation, "Why must it always be falling…" His vision blurred lightly, and despite his agitation, he fell into the darkness with an estranged content feeling blossoming in his chest. On this date, Goliath had fallen by his hand.
Deep in the gut of the snake, the sword lay, forgotten by its wielder. The orange glow of the silvery blade began to dampen in strength while the glow darkened. The dragon strewn around the blade looked disheveled and exhausted as it lay in a pile on itself along the guard of the weapon. Its mission was complete, so it no longer had a reason to hold all that power within its simple form. As the orange light quelled inside the dead gut of the dead necromancer, a new light was forged from deep within it. Blotches of a deep, ugly red color replaced the regal silver of the sword's blade, infecting it like a virus until there was no silver left. From the very point of the blade, a single droplet of blood fell and hit the strong muscles of the snake that encompassed the entire area of the snake. When the single droplet of blood connected with the muscle, a torrent of blood escaped from the rest of the sword that expanded the section of the snake the sword was caught in. The skin churned and bubbled outward sickeningly, before finally exploding in a violent image of gory red. The wave of red went in every direction, staining everything in the vicinity with its thick red liquid. Not a single thing made of flesh or bone within the range of the initial blast of crimson remained. The very skeleton of the titan-like snake was turned to dust by the effect of its blood.
In the very center of the vomit-inducing sight was a small section of desert that was far removed from the blood of the dead king of the dead, and in the center of that circle was the very blade that had slain the king, standing tall and proud. The tip was embedded in the hot sand while the rest of the silver blade shone exquisitely while being bathed in the morning sun's healing rays of light. The light which had once been illuminating the blade was now gone completely, while the dragon slept happily at it and its masters' combined accomplishment. With the taste of victory on both the knight's and dragon's tongue, they quietly enjoyed the safety of the new day's morning.