Gods and goddesses. Monsters and humans. Proof and faith.
Bell chuckled quietly to himself, stopping quickly after he started to hack up blood.
Those terms meant nothing in this world. They were just names given to the myriad beings walking the face of the earth. Everyone was the same, regardless of their powers or appearances or alliances.
Familias. He laughed at the term. They meant as little as the word "god" did. They were just groups of people with common ideals.
Why had he thought they were special? He didn't know. Maybe because he had been the only one in his, the only one taking care of his so-called "Kami-sama."
He had thought himself special, and her encouragement had only fuelled that belief. He had thought himself weak, then thought himself strong as he grew. He had thought himself and those he was close to invincible after the Black Goliath.
Now, he knew the truth. He was weak, they were weak, everyone was weak. Monsters and humans and gods were all weak.
They could not stop this. No one, not even their supposed leaders, could fight against this.
Monsters and humans and gods had banded together for the first time in history to fight their common enemy, but they were all cut down. They were all lost to its might.
He had seen his friends die, seen them walk straight into the fire. Aiz. Lili. Welf. Even the one he called Kami-sama. Everyone had fought, and he had fought alongside them.
He had thought himself strong. He had thought he could fight with them, thought he could equal their power.
He had been right, but he had also been wrong. He had done as much damage to the enemy as they had.
That is, none at all.
No one had put a scratch in their new threat, though minotaurs fought alongside men and goblins aided those they could. No one, divine power or not, could do a thing to stop the onslaught.
He didn't know why he was still alive, after the threat had passed, but he knew that would not hold true for long. He could already feel his strength sapping away, if the red lifeforce oozing out of the thousands of cuts along his body wasn't proof enough.
Now, alliances and Familias and divinity had no place in this world. All were equal, though it could be argued that monsters had it easy. When they died, they turned to dust. They did not have to go through the pain of watching their own organs coming out through their torsos.
No, they were all the same. They were all powerless in the face of the wave. Levels didn't matter, newbies and veterans alike were wiped out equally quickly.
It seems that everything must someday fall.