Dark's Pre Crisis

The Past And The Future Pt2.

The morning sun bathed the village in a soft, golden light. Inside Dark's home, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. Dark stood at the center of the room, his eyes cold and determined. Leona, Tier, and Gilmuar watched him closely, sensing that something significant was about to be revealed.

Dark: I've made a decision. I'm going to confront the Assassin Empire and fight them all at once.

The room fell silent, the gravity of his words sinking in. Leona was the first to break the silence, her voice trembling with concern.

Leona: Dark, you can't be serious. The Assassin Empire is vast and powerful. It's suicide to take them on alone.

Tier, always the voice of reason, stepped forward, his brow furrowed in worry.

Tier: Dark, we've faced impossible odds before, but this... this is different. The Assassin Empire isn't just a group of warriors. They are trained killers, and their numbers are overwhelming.

Dark's gaze swept over his friends, his face expressionless and his resolve unshaken.

Dark: I don't care about the odds. We've seen powers and things so unnatural that it seems like a dream. Yet when I set a goal that could change everything, you all hesitate. Why?

Gilmuar, his expression serious, spoke up, his voice a deep rumble.

Gilmuar: It's not that we don't believe in you, Dark. It's just... this is unprecedented. The risks are beyond anything we've ever faced. You could be walking into a trap.

Dark's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained flat and emotionless.

Dark: I don't care about your feelings or opinions on this. I'm doing it, with or without your support.

Leona took a step forward, her eyes pleading.

Leona: Dark, we just want to make sure you're not making a mistake. We're your friends. We're here to help.

Dark didn't respond. He turned on his heel and walked toward the door, his movements deliberate and unyielding. As he reached the door, he paused, his back still to his friends.

Dark: (thinking) I was always meant to walk this path alone.

Without another word, he opened the door and stepped outside, leaving Leona, Tier, and Gilmuar in stunned silence. The door closed behind him with a soft click, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Tier: (whispering) What do we do now?

Gilmuar: We prepare. Whether he wants our help or not, we can't just stand by and do nothing.

Leona nodded, her expression resolute.

Leona: We'll find a way to support him, even if he doesn't want us to. He's our friend, and we won't let him face this alone.

Outside, Dark walked through the village, his mind focused on the task ahead. The memories of his past flashed through his mind—meeting Leona, losing his emotions, teaching Gilmuar, and encountering Tier. Each event had shaped him, but he had always been a lone warrior at heart.

Dark: (thinking) This is my fight. I won't let anyone else get hurt because of me.

He continued on his path, his destination clear. The Assassin Empire was a formidable enemy, but he was determined to bring them down. His heart was steeled, his mind sharp, and his will unbreakable.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Dark disappeared into the horizon, a solitary figure marching toward an uncertain future, ready to face whatever awaited him.

As Dark walked toward the Assassin Empire, the snow crunched beneath his boots, each step deliberate and unwavering. The Empire loomed ahead, its immense structure dominating the horizon, the largest building on Earth. The wind howled through the desolate landscape, whipping Dark's cape around him. His face remained emotionless, eyes fixed on his destination.