GODGEAR - JOURNEY TO SAVE EDEN

The weight of the sword in my hands feels heavier with every step I take. My palms are slick with sweat, my heart racing in my chest, but I don't stop. There's no time to hesitate. I must keep moving forward.

The battle with the goblins was only the beginning, but it felt… empty. As the last one fell, I could feel the souls of the dead trickling into the sword, like a faint, cold breeze brushing against my skin. But when I focus, I realize they gave me nothing—nothing worth celebrating, nothing that could even compare to the power I need. It feels like... nothing.

Still, it's something. And something is better than nothing.

I glance at the sword. The energy is faint, but it pulses with purpose. It's guiding me, like a faint tug on my soul, pushing me forward. I can feel it, pulling me toward something. My steps falter, then steady as the sword shifts in my grip.

"Keep moving," I whisper to myself. "One step at a time."

The land around me is silent, too quiet for my liking. It's unnerving. The dirt beneath my boots crunches with every step, as if even the earth is holding its breath. But then, something in the air shifts. A faint odor, like rot, stings my nostrils. I choke on the scent, my heart picking up speed.

I push forward, eyes scanning the horizon. The sword pulls me onward, but I still don't know what I'm walking into. All I know is that I have to defeat the first Boss—the one who rules over this land. The sword is my only guide. But the way to him is guarded. And I already know that nothing is ever easy.

The fields stretch before me, twisted and broken. I see bones scattered across the land—bones of creatures that should never have died. They resemble unicorns, their once-pristine horns snapped off, their wings torn and shredded. Strange beasts whose names I don't even know lie scattered in death, their bodies desecrated by the demons that roam this cursed world. There's no dignity in their deaths, just an overwhelming sense of loss.

The demons... they hunted them. And now, they're all gone.

I walk past the fallen bodies of these mystical creatures, my heart heavy with their silent screams. But there's no time to mourn. The sword pulls me further, its energy buzzing beneath my skin. And then, I hear it. The sound of movement.

A shadow crosses my path. I freeze. From the tall grass ahead, a figure emerges—a demon, this one much bigger than the goblins I fought earlier. Its skin is gray and sickly, its mouth filled with sharp teeth that gleam in the dim light. It snarls, its beady eyes narrowing as it locks onto me.

I tighten my grip on the sword. The air around me feels thick, oppressive, as if the very land is against me. The sword hums in my hands, urging me to act. The demon lunges without warning, its claws swiping through the air toward my chest. I barely manage to dodge, the air rushing past me as I roll to the side, adrenaline flooding my veins.

The sword is alive in my hands, a strange sensation guiding me as I swing it toward the demon. The blade connects with its chest, cutting through the demon's flesh with a sickening sound. But the demon doesn't go down. It howls, enraged, and swipes at me again, forcing me to stumble backward.

But this time, I feel it. The sword's guidance, the Dragon God's presence—it's stronger, clearer. I don't hesitate. I swing again, this time aiming for the creature's head. The sword slices through the demon's skull with ease, and it collapses to the ground in a heap of blackened blood and bone.

I stand there for a moment, breathing heavily, my mind spinning. The demon is dead. But the sense of accomplishment fades quickly. The souls of these demons—their death didn't give me much. A faint tug at my soul, like a thread of warmth, but nothing substantial.

It feels like nothing. Again.

But I can't stop. I can't afford to stop. I have to keep going.

The sword pulls me forward, guiding me in the direction of my next battle. The path ahead is still littered with the bones of the dead—creatures of myth, all destroyed by the demons. There's no time to dwell on it. There's only the next fight, and the next, until I've slain every last demon.

The sword guides me.

I'm moving again, though my steps are slower now. I'm weary, exhausted from the constant battle. But I push on. The path is dangerous, more so than I imagined. And I can already feel the weight of it pressing down on me.

But the sword—it's alive—and it's guiding me forward. It won't let me stop.

The first Boss lies ahead, the one who rules this part of EDEN. But to reach him, I'll have to fight my way through the legions of demons that stand in my path. There's no other choice. This is what I signed up for.

And even if the souls of the dead give me only a fraction of the strength I need, it's still better than nothing.