The Magic Sword's Curse

Blood burst from my mouth. The terrible scream of the God of Endurance echoed in my mind. I felt the Magic Sword, which had pierced my body, begin to spread its Curse throughout me. I pulled my fist from Horus's torso and stumbled away from him. I couldn't breathe. Continuously spitting black blood, I slowly pulled the Magic Sword from my body. With a weak clang, the eye-studded Magic Sword fell to the floor, making a clattering sound. *Was this the best I could do?* *Was there no better way?* *I don't know.* *It felt like the only way to win against a madman who charged in wanting to die with me was to do something even crazier.* Even after pulling out the sword, the wound didn't heal. I could feel the Curse continuously gnawing at my body. I couldn't even feel pain. My body seemed utterly broken. I raised my eyes and looked at Horus. *Please.* *Please, let him be dead now.* Horus, too, lay collapsed in the same manner as me. Reason had returned to his half-mad eyes. "Ah..." His eyes scanned his surroundings. The Infected Entity Tribal Chiefs of Tramata, and the twisted comrades of the Moon Wolf Pack he had spent his life with. The utterly ruined Tramata Royal Palace. Screams. Wails. The stench of entrails and blood. After taking in all those sights. His gaze finally, cautiously, fell upon his own body. Horus, staring at his horribly twisted body, soon began to weep. "It was me." He muttered hollowly. "Not you, but me... I ruined it. It wasn't the Wolf God, but the Evil God. I realized it too late." He coughed up blood. His body was collapsing due to the excessively infused divine power. "Thank you. And I'm sorry. Saint Amael. Thank you for ending me. And I'm sorry for damaging your body. I've placed too... too great a burden on you." I once again vomited black, putrid blood. "Rest in peace. It's all over." At my words, Horus offered a faint smile. "Please... take care of Tramata..." It was his last will. Horus's body crumbled into dust. With a thud, the armor that had encased his body rolled uselessly across the floor. I stared blankly at the scene. *Please, let this be the end.* *Please, let him not revive again.* *Wasn't that wound enough to kill Horus instantly?* *At this point... isn't it enough to die?* But true to its nature as a “worm of the Abyss,” the Evil God didn't seem to intend to die easily. Suddenly, the immense number of Infected Entities scattered around us began to converge before me. *I'd seen this sight once before, in the Great Labyrinth.* *Since the Evil God's Chosen One had disappeared, a massive body capable of containing its Deity was being formed once again.* "[*You crazy bastard. You son of a bitch. Don't you value your soul? Now your soul is tainted with my Curse. Even if you die, there will be no rest...