Dark's Pre Crisis

The Past And The Future.

The eerie battlefield fades, and the scene transitions smoothly to Dark's room. He lies on his bed, scrolling through his phone. Suddenly, he stumbles upon a photo of himself, Tier, and Leona. In the background, a barely visible hooded figure catches his eye, their face obscured but clearly looking directly at the camera. Dark's heart skips a beat, his breathing quickens, and he sits up abruptly, eyes wide with realization.

Dark: What the hell...

He rushes downstairs, each step echoing with urgency, and throws his phone to Tier, who catches it with a look of confusion.

Tier looks down at the phone, his brows furrowing as he examines the photo closely. His eyes widen as he notices the skull symbol on the hooded figure.

Tier: Hey, Dark... this person...

Dark, his anxiety palpable, takes a step closer.

Dark: What?

Tier looks up, his expression turning serious, the weight of the revelation clear on his face.

Tier: They weren't there when we took this photo. Look at the skull on their hood. That's the mark of the Assassin Empire.

Dark's eyes narrow, his mind racing with possibilities.

Dark: The Assassin Empire? What's that supposed to mean?

Tier's voice drops to a whisper, the gravity of his words evident.

Tier: They can transcend time and space with something called Half Step. If that person was looking at us, it means they're planning an assassination.

Dark feels a chill run down his spine, the implications sinking in.

Dark: But who? And why would they target us?

Tier's face grows grim, his tone somber.

Tier: There's only one person who knows about the Assassin Empire.

Dark, his patience wearing thin, demands an answer.

Dark: Who?

Tier hesitates, then sighs, the name heavy on his lips.

Tier: You're not going to like this... it's Sukojo.

Dark's thoughts whirl, disbelief etched across his features.

Dark: This has got to be a joke. Sukojo wouldn't even speak to us without a fight.

Just then, footsteps echo from the stairs. Dark and Tier turn to see Gilmuar approaching, his expression curious and slightly concerned.

Gilmuar: Did I just hear you mention Sukojo?

Tier nods, his gaze steady.

Tier: Yeah, he's the only one who can tell us about the Assassin Empire.

In a flash, Gilmuar's demeanor changes, and he grabs Tier by the shirt, lifting him off the ground effortlessly.

Gilmuar: What do you want from that bastard?

Dark, his aura flaring with power, crosses his arms. The spiritual pressure forces both Tier and Gilmuar to their knees, unable to resist the overwhelming force.

Dark: Silence, both of you. Give me the phone, Tier. I'll handle this myself.

Tier, struggling under the pressure, tries to protest.

Tier: But it's too dangerous!

Dark, his resolve unshaken, cuts him off.

Dark: I don't care.