[Morning in the village outskirts. Adexander stands with a rusted sword, facing a training dummy. His arms tremble with every swing.]
Adexander (panting):
“This body… it’s too weak.”
[He collapses, sweat drenching his shirt.]
Adexander (thoughts):
Even simple forms are exhausting. I need strength—any strength.
---
[Later, at the village market.]
Merchant:
“Beasts have been emerging more frequently. They say a new lair cracked open east of here.”
Adexander (listening):
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“A lair?”
[He walks up, pulling his hood down.]
Adexander:
“Where exactly?”
Merchant (laughing):
“Kid like you? Forget it. Even real adventurers are terrified. Rank-B minimum.”
---
[Nightfall. Adexander sneaks from the village, eyes focused.]
Adexander (thoughts):
Weak or not… I need combat. I need blood. I need… to awaken what’s left of me.
---
[Scene shift – The Eastern Lair: a jagged, dead forest twisted around a black pit.]
[Inside, a wolf-like creature with three eyes growls from the shadows.]
Adexander (stepping in):
“No more hiding.”
[Suddenly, four beasts leap from the darkness.]
Adexander (parrying, gritting teeth):
“Too slow…! Damn it!”
[He’s cut across the side, but grits through the pain.]
Adexander (roaring):
“MOVE!”
[A crimson pulse explodes from him, knocking the wolves back. His eyes flicker red for a second.]
---
[Flash of his past life: he lifts a mountain-sized blade, standing over a burning battlefield.]
Voice from memory:
“All shall kneel before the Crimson Ascendant.”
---
[Back in the present, Adexander stands bloodied, surrounded by defeated beasts.]
Adexander:
“There you are… A spark of the old me.”
[He collapses to one knee, grinning.]
Adexander (thoughts):
I’ll reclaim everything—one kill at a time.
---
[Cut to another region: a mysterious man with long silver hair kneels before a glowing altar.]
Kael’Rith (quietly):
“So he lives... The world moves again.”
---
[Another cut: a beautiful woman with gold eyes walks through a ruined temple, slicing through a demon in a flash of light.]
Velessia (softly):
“The Crimson has returned. I will not lose him again.”
---
[Final panel: Adexander stares at his bleeding hands in the moonlight.]
Adexander:
“This world owes me... and I’ll take it all back.”
To Be Continued......
