POV: Guhan + Elira
The night of the red moon arrived.
The village prepared sacred wards and offerings. But in the darkness, a group of corrupted beasts descended from the nearby hills—twisted things once human, now shadows.
Guhan stood on the hilltop, sword in hand, cloak fluttering.
Beside him, Elira drew her staff, lips trembling.
> "You should run," he said.
> "And let you fight alone?" she replied.
The beasts came like waves.
Guhan moved like fire. Every strike was precise—techniques stolen from warriors long gone. The villagers watched, stunned. He moved like ten men. Fought like a god.
When it ended, the hill was silent.
Guhan stood alone, covered in blood, breathing slow.
Elira touched his arm.
> "Who… are you?"
He looked away.
> "Just someone who remembers too much."
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