Equestria Black Swordsman

      In one cruel world where goodness is almost extinct, an event occurs that will turn life upside down. On a truly enormous creature standing on top of a ruined kingdom that has been given many names in such a short period of time: 'Harbinger of the End', 'Shiva', 'God'.       While chaos was being wrought at the feet of this creature, three beings stood on top of its head, if it could be called that. Skull Knight - a mysterious figure who had waged war against demons for thousands of years. Nosferatu Zodd, an apostle with a particular passion for war and battle. And finally, the last being: Griffith, aka Falcon of Light, aka Femto - one of the Lord's Hand, and leader of the new Falcon squad, Zodd is his right-hand man, whom Femto could safely rely on.       Cutting space with the Sword of Bechelit, the Skull Knight finds himself behind Femto and brings his bone arm with his sword in for a vertical strike. Zodd, in his apostle form, notices this and pounces on the Skull Knight with all the fury he can muster, but not in time. The other still managed to swing his sword. Femto warps space, redirecting the slash at the "God". — I've been waiting for you. - Femto said. — A Skull Knight throwing himself into battle with the Hand of God.... At the crossroads of time. — .... — You warped space... This rift has grown fruit... Of the colours of conditioning. Femto turned his head and looked at the face of the 'God'. — He had been reborn twice... And the rift reached the depths of the astral world. The face of the 'God' began to split apart, revealing the astral world to the surroundings. — He opened... A GATE.       The gate continued to open wider and wider as the clouds began to move towards them. Femto climbed onto Zodd's back, and flying off his head, looked at the gates again. Those, in turn, had already managed to open almost completely. The monsters that the "God" had spawned suffered the same fate: the gates began to open on their bodies. On the ground, the people and the apostles watched all this as the bright white light filled the space around them more and more. The people through whom the light passed became more ethereal. People who were far away from the epicentre of this event looked at the rapidly approaching light with interest, awe and a touch of fear. This did not pass the ship that Gats and his group were in. As soon as the light reached them, he sensed something amiss. Gats felt something separate from him, and for some reason he himself began to dislike cakes. — Guts, are you all right? - Puck, who was flying past his ear, asked worriedly. — Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.... but what was that?       The moment Gats felt the separation, nothing but his other self awakened within him. He was like two drops of water similar to the original, but with one huge difference. Something important had been erased from his memory. Why he was on the ship in the first place. That memory fragment has been replaced. The other Gats was thrown through a gateway to another world, straight into the forest. Strange, dark, wild. An ever-wild forest.