Zane lounged comfortably on his bed, one leg crossed over the other, his laptop resting on his lap. Though the device itself appeared normal, a bright holographic screen projected above it—alive with movement and glowing outlines. The forest terrain stretched across the display, flickering occasionally as drone feeds adjusted focus.
With a lazy grin, Zane reached into a bucket of popcorn beside him, tossing a handful into his mouth. A cold can of soft drink fizzed quietly in his hand as he took a long sip, eyes never leaving the screen.
The image shifted.
From the smoky underbrush of the forest, a towering man emerged—broad-shouldered and clad in dark leather armor lined with blood-red streaks. His mask was smiling but scarred. In one hand, he casually spun a heavy, double-headed axe, each rotation humming with weight and power.
