The story is of Viktor, in his past life as Arjun, he was counting his last breaths on earth, while laying on the deathbed cursing his misfortune, unaware that he was about to get a second chance at life, a do-over in another world, a chance at happ...
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Minutes passed, moments blending into an eternity. Outside, the sound of fire crackled and the dread of footsteps moved ever closer until silence enveloped her, the kind that made her heart thunder against her chest. And then, through the stillness, came the unexpected sound of a child's cry, echoing as if from deep within the rubble of their home.
Fear gripped her anew, but for her son, she would fight. Nina trekked carefully back to the surface, her heart pounding, each breath a prayer. As she opened the trapdoor, she peered out into the night and felt her voice freeze in her throat.
The village was engulfed in a tapestry of fire and shadow, but amidst the horror, a flicker of something familiar caught her eye. It was Raphael, her husband, standing firmly at the edge of their home, sword drawn, defiance etched upon his face. He was supported by Gaston, Sera Phillip and the knights of Rueben Kingdom, fighting with every ounce of strength against a creature—one of the tamed beasts of the Cult, its scales glimmering like forged metal under the flames.
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"Raphael!" she called out, but the chaos swallowed her voice whole.
He glanced back, recognizing the urgency in her eyes, but he was engulfed in his battle; he had to hold the line. Though bravery coursed through her veins like fire, breeding a resolve equal to his, the need for her child surged like a wave.
"Get to safety!" he yelled, his voice strained, muscles taut with effort.
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Nina turned, knowing that staying with him would bring only despair. She had to protect Viktor. She hurried away from the flames, heading towards the woods that bordered their village—a place they had played, carefree and joyful. The shadows of trees loomed tall, and the night seemed alive with the sounds of danger, but she pressed forward, fear narrowing her focus.
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Finally, she reached the edge of the woods, the darkness wrapping around her like a cloak. There, shelter lay beneath the gnarled branches. With trembling hands, she laid Viktor in a hollow beneath the roots of an ancient oak where his cries would be muffled. She kissed his forehead, her heart wrenching as she realized that leaving him felt like tearing a piece from her soul.
"I will keep you safe," she promised, her voice steadier than she felt. "No matter what happens, you have to survive."
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With one last lingering look, she turned back, her instincts pulling her towards her husband. The silhouette of the inferno framed by the trees was heartbreaking—a visceral testament to the chaos that had shattered their lives. She would return for him, she swore to every god and spirit that had ever watched over her.
With one last lingering look, she turned back, her instincts pulling her towards her husband. The silhouette of the inferno framed by the trees was heartbreaking—a visceral testament to the chaos that had shattered their lives. She would return for him, she swore to every god and spirit that had ever watched over her.
