The Sword Screams and Cracks the Sky

"Father said this knife has the power to shake the world." Without any injuries, I held on to my broken dagger and coughed up blood in the burning sun and wild sand. Half a million years ago, alien battleships covered the night sky like dark clouds, and the ancestors used divine weapons to end the desolate and chaotic world. Half a million years later, night swallows day again. When the blade drank blood and glowed, he knew the fate of the savior. Either his body and mind were devoured by the weapon, or his spine was crushed by the divine authority. "But I don't want to be swallowed up by the night." He cut open his palm and let the dagger dye the blood blue: "Use my heart disease to get a shot in the arm in this troubled world."