Reckoning!

Methenalis felt his mouth go dry as he lay there in both confusion and fear as it etched upon his face. He a God is now in this position because of a mere mortal man! It is unthinkable, no, it is impossible! One of the other gods has to be playing a trick on him, as there is just no way that mortal could do this to him. 

He refuses to believe it!

But reality slaps him in the face as he feels the coldness of death creep up on his heart once more, and he looks forward at the dastardly human in front of him. He sees his stance and can tell that the human is gearing up for another strike. But he froze when he heard what that man just said to him. 

"Beg!? Me!?" Methenalis says in wonderment as if he heard wrong, or if the world has truly gone crazy. 

"I AM A FUCKING GOD, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME BEG! I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT MEANS TO INVOKE GOD'S WRATH, YOU FRAIL MEATSACK!" Methenalis suddenly roars with restless anger.

The entire environment begins to change as if it follows the God's changing mood. The skies darken, as shadows converge and cover all that is light. The ground rumbles as the wind howls, and the world reacts to the power radiating from the God that lays there with vast anger etched upon his face. 

Yet Arthur did not twitch as he continued to focus and through all this, less than two seconds have passed. 

Then the spear begins to move. Slow at first, and then as if in an instant it appears before the stomach of the downed God. Methenalis's eyes open wide for a moment in surprise, but then realization appears on his face before he wears a maniacal grin on his anger-flushed face. 

Shadows converge from everywhere all at once, as they rush to defend the God that commands them. They form a net around Methenalis as if an endless abyss of darkness fills the gap between his body and the oncoming spear. 

The spear however does not stop, but it is impeded by the shadows, as if slowed by an inescapable quagmire. Yet it still presses forward, as if it is pure fate for the spear to strike. 

"Impossible! How can you press forward through my shadows?! Even other Gods dare not entangle with my shadows!" Methenalis says in surprise as he feels the spear getting closer and closer.

As if realizing something, Methenalis suddenly seeps into the very shadows beneath him to escape from the spear that was inching closer and closer. The shadows then disappear as the spear proceeds forward as if never stopped, to begin with. 

And then pure destruction is wrought upon the very ground where the god did lay. The earth itself is ripped and shredded, leaving nothing but a darkness-filled abyss stretching on for miles, obliterating everything that once stood there. 

"What are you?!" Methenalis says in fear as he reappears a few dozen meters away, with dark black blood leaking from his lips. Even escaping did not leave him unharmed!

"Your reckoning." Arthur states calmly as he turns to face the fearful God, his spear at the ready. 

"Fine, I have no choice now but to take you seriously. You are strong, stronger than any mortal I have seen. I do not know how you came to be as it should be impossible, but I will fix this anomaly. See how you fare against a true God's might." Methenalis states this time his anger dissipating as he takes on a serious countenance. 

Methenalis then raises his hands up as if bringing something forth from the ground. "Take the full might of my divinity, and feel the fear that all mortals should have when dealing with I, METHENALIS, THE ETERNAL DARKNESS!" He says and yells at the end, and then the world goes dark. 

The entire world! Just bathed in darkness as if light never existed in the first place. And with that darkness came fear, the fear all living things felt across the world as light no longer existed. 

"KAKAKAKA!" And then a cackle of maniacal laughter reverberates across the globe, spreading terror within the hearts of all those who heard. 

Arthur stood still as if unbothered, and he simply just closed his eyes. Either way, he could not see, so his eyes mattered not. He bravely stepped forward, not one bit fazed by the true darkness that encapsulated the world. 

"Brave I see. Well if darkness is not enough to put fear in your heart, then how about monsters?! Monsters in the night, aided by the shadows and loved by the darkness. Everything is now your enemy!" Methenalis states, his voice echoing as if coming from the very darkness itself, leaving his location undisclosed. 

""ROAARR!"" A cacophony of roars are then heard from all around as if they are born from the darkness and hidden in the shadows. 

Arthur then stops moving forward, he plants one foot back and the other forward as he grips his spear until his knuckles turn white. His eyes still closed, and his breathing steady as he stands still, leaving nothing to say. 

And then he pivots his foot, swinging his spear wide with one hand in an instant as the spear hits something solid as a cry of pain is heard loud and clear. One monster down! 

But then, another and another pounces forward! Arthur reacts one by one as he dances in the darkness, weaving through the monsters as if he can see the future. Not a single monster lands a strike or bite as he moves his spear like it is a snake, each strike finding its mark in the heart of a beast. 

Yet, nothing is over, as more and more monsters are heard within the darkness, each fearlessly charging and attacking Arthur, as their God commands them to. A raging battle unfolds within the eternal night, something that would blow the minds of both Gods and mortals alike. 

A single human male, with no sight, faces the onslaught of thousands of monsters, the kind if released could decimate the entirety of civilization upon this world. Yet, this battlefield steeped in darkness and flooded with monsters is nothing else but the dancefloor for this man. His feet never stopping and his spear never still as he moves like a string being tugged forth from the loons of fate. 

But there is no fate or destiny involved, for this man is just attuned to battle itself. Forged within it, he feels the flow of battle, the rage of hunger, and the thirst for blood drives his actions. Sight? Not needed. Hearing? Not necessary. Only battle and the feeling coursing through the very muscles and bones in his body is all that is needed for him to fight. 

And fight he does, slaying every foe that steps within reach.