Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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The serene surface of the lake, once a tranquil resting place for Alan, was abruptly disturbed.

A small explosion rippled through the water, sending shockwaves across the calm expanse.

The tranquil scene quickly turned chaotic as the lake’s water began to exert intense pressure outward, creating violent waves that crashed against the shore.

Mike, Yuki, and Ace stood at the lake’s edge, their faces solemn as they held flowers and prepared for a small funeral stone dedicated to Alan.

The somber occasion was abruptly interrupted by the sudden and inexplicable commotion in the lake.

Ace's eyes widened in alarm.

"Natural disaster?!"

The trio struggled to maintain their footing as the waves, unusually powerful for a lake, surged uncontrollably.

The pressure from the water seemed to build, pushing against their bodies and the surrounding trees.

They fought to keep their balance as the force of the waves grew more intense.

Mike, trying to stay steady, shouted over the roar of the waves,

"What’s happening?!"

Yuki, equally bewildered, shouted back,

"I have no idea!"

"This is insane!"

Just as suddenly as the disturbance began, the lake’s pressure started to subside.

The tumultuous waves gradually calmed, and the once-turbulent water settled back into its original state.

The surrounding trees and sand were left in disarray, the effects of the upheaval evident in their scattered remains.

Mike, Yuki, and Ace, now soaked and disheveled, cleared the sand from their bodies and wiped their eyes. The lake's surface was still, the chaotic energy seemingly dissipated.

Mike, with disbelief in his voice, gasped,

"WHAT?!"

Ace, equally shocked, echoed,

"WHAT?!"

Yuki, her eyes wide with confusion, exclaimed,

"What the hell?!"

As the last of the ripples faded, a figure emerged from the center of the lake. Standing there, in stark contrast to the calm surroundings, was a boy whose appearance was both familiar and foreign.

His hair, once completely black, now bore streaks of white, and his eyes, previously red, had shifted to a striking blue.

His physique was more bulked than before, suggesting a significant transformation.

The boy’s presence was almost ethereal, the lake’s water cascading off him like droplets of stardust.

His features, though partially obscured, carried an air of profound change.

Mike’s eyes widened as recognition dawned on him.

"No…"

"it can’t be…"

Ace, equally stunned, looked between the boy and the lake.

"What is happening?"

Yuki, still trying to grasp the situation, asked,

"Who is this?"

As the boy’s gaze met theirs, Mike’s shock turned into a jolt of realization.

His eyes widened further, his face paling as he whispered,

"It’s Alan…"

Alan, standing before them with his altered appearance, looked around with a calm yet intense expression.

He seemed unfazed by the shock and confusion of the others.

Alan’s carried a weight that resonated with the very fabric of the lake."

Mike, trying to make sense of the impossible, stammered,

"Alan…"

"but how…?"

Alan’s eyes, now a deep and piercing blue, scanned the trio.

"You came here for me."

Mike, his shock turning into a mix of relief and disbelief, managed to say,

"We thought you were…"

"dead."

Alan’s expression softened slightly.

"He was,"

"but things are not always as they seem."

Yuki, still processing the surreal encounter, asked,

"What happened?"

"How did you survive?"

Alan took a deep breath, his gaze steady.

"It’s a long story."

"But for now, you need to understand that my journey is far from over."

Mike's eyes shifts to the wound on his stomach is completely invisible. It seems like there is not even an evidence on Muzan's sword strike.

The atmosphere around the lake seemed to shift, the calm waters reflecting the gravity of Alan’s words.

Mike, Yuki, and Ace stood in stunned silence, their minds racing to comprehend the implications of Alan’s miraculous reappearance.

As the lake returned to its peaceful state, leaving behind the echoes of its earlier turmoil, Alan stood silently before them, his presence both a mystery and a beacon of hope.

Mike, still trying to reconcile the reality before him, said quietly,

"Alan…"

"we thought we lost you."

"But you’re really back."

Alan nodded, his gaze unwavering.

"Yes,"

"and now we i much to do."

The trio, their emotions a tangled mix of relief and confusion, watched as Alan, now transformed, stood before them.

The lake, once a symbol of loss, now held the promise of new beginnings.

Chapter Ends.