A Future.
A World.
Friends.
They were what this man held dear. Faced against this adversary, He would give anything to protect what he held dear. Even his own life... He wouldn’t give up. He couldn’t. Stuck in what seemed like a hopeless situation he, alone, held onto hope. He believed in his friends. He trusted them. They would save him. He was fighting for the future of mankind. He was fighting to protect the world. He was fighting to protect his friends.
…
How long had it been? How long was he here for? He had lost track of time long ago. Did time even pass here? He wasn’t sure. He shook these thoughts away, and gripped his sword in his hand, looking across to his adversaries. They came in to attack, the man meeting their attack with his sword.
“Is that all you’ve got? You Demons.” He spoke in deep breaths. Arms shaking as the two forces collided with each other. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”
It was a clash that had no end. The two sides exchanged blow after blow, neither side relenting to the other. The man’s body was covered in scars and open wounds, a seemingly endless flow of blood trickling out of his body. Though slowly, the various cuts sealed themselves, only leaving behind scars, each cut adding another scar to his collection. He was mountain of a man; his body was beyond that of average height, and his lean, but muscular build gave a physique most would desire. Long black hair hung down his well-defined face, the strands unkempt and worn. His Amber eyes gave off a flare of unwavering will, failing to lose focus on his goal.
...
Several spears struck him in the back, becoming embedded in his flesh, sticking out like he were a porcupine. He stumbled forward, letting out a gasp of air as blood exited his mouth along with his breath. It splattered on the ground before him, Though quickly faded into the ground. His torso hung forward, arms dangling down. There was a brief pause before he rolled his neck and stood tall, giving a slight chuckle.
“...I’ve gotten sloppy…” This man was laughing in the face of despair; it was an endless struggle that he stood tall before. “I won’t allow you to destroy the hopes and dreams of everyone. I won’t allow you to oppress us.”
…
“Garuda, I hope you’re doing well…” Remembering his friends, he regained his composure. The man narrowed his eyes and focused in on his enemies.
“...I’m counting on you, Lao.”