Silence.Nothing stirred except the whisper of the wind crossing a barren land.The sky was gray, the sun pale—bleeding its final light.The air reeked of blood and ash.
Atop a mountain of corpses stood a man—his hair long and disheveled, falling over his shoulders,his eyes white and gleaming through the darkness like the glint of a broken blade.
The earth beneath him groaned,cracking under the weight of the dead and the rivers of blood that soaked the soil.Hundreds… thousands… uncountable—the remains of creatures of unknown races,all slain by a single man.
His sword was black as the depths of the Abyss,its edge shimmering with a cold, defiant light—a blade that refused to die, even after drowning in death.
His face was carved from stone,his body a map of wounds and scars,shards and blades still buried within his flesh—as if death itself had tried, and failed, to claim him.
His left hand was long gone, severed long ago,but his right still clenched the sword's hilt—refusing surrender.
He gazed upon the desolation in silence.In his eyes lingered a dim, lost light—the look of a man devoured by wars, blood, and years.
Memories surged through his mind—a forsaken child, a chained slave, a warrior running from fate.Everywhere he went, death followed.Every battle he fought turned the land red,and the ravens always came to feast.
They called him many names:The Sword Prodigy.The Mad Blade.The Demon of Steel.But none ever knew his true name.
Born alone.Lived alone.Fought alone.
He had broken free from everything—from chains, from family, from the world itself,even from the grasp of life and death.
He no longer fought for anything.Battle was simply all that remained of him.
In the end, he was dragged into the Abyss—a realm ruled by chaos and hatred—lured there by his enemies at the peak of his madness,madness born of an ancient sickness that haunted him since childhood.
They thought to cast him away forever.They were wrong.He fought for seven long years in the heart of Hell.
Seven years—and with his sword alone,he felled every Abyss Lord who dared face him.
Now he stood surrounded by the last of them—kings trembling at the sound of his breath.None dared move, even as they knew he was dying.
Even the Lords of the Abyss—beings who had built empires upon fear and slaughter—had learned one thing from this mortal man: fear.
Had their ruler not intervened himself,none of them would have survived.
And when that ruler appeared—when the black heavens split open and the world quaked beneath his voice—the man did not retreat.He raised his blood-soaked swordand let out a roar that tore through worlds.
The skies burned.The Abyss quaked.The earth shattered into chaos of light and shadow.In that moment,the power of the sword exploded—and the Lord of the Abyss was sealed awayin another dimension forever.
A seal wrought by one human man,with a broken body and a fearless heart.
But the price… was everything.
He fell to his knees, the sword still buried in the ground.His breath was ragged,his torn body barely clinging to life.
He was surrounded by survivors—yet none dared approach.Even in weakness,his presence crushed them beneath its weight.
Terror was stronger than victory.
Even after their ruler was sealed away,his name still echoed in their minds—a nightmare that would never fade.
After a long, suffocating silence,one of them gathered enough courage to move.Step by step,he approached the motionless figure,gripping his blade with trembling hands.
With a final desperate cry,he lunged forward and drove his sword through the man's chest.
Silence.Shock.
The blade pierced a lifeless body.
The man had already died—standing.
Even in death, he remained upright.His eyes still open.His sword still gleaming with that cold, defiant light.
No one spoke.No one rejoiced.He was dead…and yet they all felt as though they had lost something far greater than victory.
One man alone—had turned their world upside down,annihilated half their strength,and sealed their ruler beyond existence.
Born alone.Died alone.As if the world itself had been nothing more than a stage for him alone.
As his consciousness sank into darkness,he found himself drifting in an endless void.No sound. No light. No time.He did not know how long he wandered.
Then suddenly—a single star appeared,blazing with a light that devoured the darkness.It shot toward him—and collided.
Then—fusion.
He opened his eyes.
The stench of mold and dampness filled the air.Cracked stone walls.A faint beam of light filtered through a small gap in the ceiling.
A cell.
His breath caught.He knew this place…
The same cell where he had once lived as a slave.
He raised his head slowly,his voice a hoarse whisper trembling with disbelief.
"What in the hell… is happening?"