What would you do when you have nearly lost your family, your home...everything that you had cherished? You take matters into your own hands and deliver the hand of vengeance on your enemies who dare to threaten everyone's future. Once more, a story...
Sixteen years ago, Highlyon and the world were at peace. Then everything changed when the Darklings attacked. My father, the High King of Highlyon, was the only one capable of stopping the threat that loomed over the world. But when the world needed him most, he was murdered.
A decade and a half passed, and I was taken into the New Squidbeak Splatoon, becoming Agent 4. My skills, while impressive, still need work if I am to stop Dark Squid. But I haven't given up hope. I believe I can save the world.
My name is Azazel, and this is my story.
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(Azazel's POV)
Continuing from where we left off in the last chapter, the New Squidbeak Splatoon, and Furuya stood vigil outside Squidbeak Tower. Behind us lay the remnants of chaos as Dark Squid and her swarm of Darklings had managed to slip through their grasp, leaving them with the shadows of an unsettling defeat. The Kraken had been subdued, but a weight still hung in the air, a reminder of the impending threat. The Inkadian-Darkling War was nearing its climax, and tension crackled like static.
Diana: Azazel, I hope you know what you're doing.
Skepticism laced Diana's voice like thicker ink. Her eyes, usually so bright, were shadowed with concern as she glanced at me.
I offered her a reassuring smile.
Azazel: It'll be alright, Diana. No one understands the Darklings' menace better than the Phantom Lions do.
Just then, a large, armored van rumbled onto the island, dust swirling in its wake. The sides of the truck were adorned with the fading emblem of the Phantom Lions, a nostalgic sight that sent a rush of memories flooding me. With a heavy clang, the side door swung open, and eight familiar figures emerged, stepping into the light like heroes out of a storybook reinvigorated.
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From left to right, the first to step forward was Emma Heartfilia. Clad in her vibrant robes, she exuded an air of quiet power. She was the sorceress amongst our ranks, earning her the codename Witch. Next came the alchemist Hugo Seymour, whose sharp intellect was rivaled only by his eccentric wardrobe. His codename, Fullmetal, was earned from his affinity for chemistry.
Jonathan Greymane followed, his confident stride underscored by the glint of his metal claws—his signature weapon and a nod to his codename, Jackal. In the center stood the charismatic Kuro Amamiya, dubbed the Joker for his cunning moves and knack for knives. His presence radiated charm and an enigmatic allure.
Jason Stone, known by the codename Cyborg, towered over the others, and his enhancements made him the perfect fusion of man and machine. With a hearty laugh, he brought a sense of camaraderie that I had sorely missed. Next was Adam Pewterschmidt, whose codename, Reaper, reflected his hunger as a one-eyed ghoul. Floating gracefully behind him was our devilish comrade, Yuuma Gremory, radiating authority and intrigue with her crimson hair and vibrant presence—her codename was Crimson. Finally, completing the group was the honorable Octoling samurai, Okuma Yoshinori, who carried himself with dignity and determination—his codename, Eagle, aptly suited his fierce spirit.
