Marcus Thundrage's Return

We had barely caught our breath after deciphering the ancient scrolls when the air around us seemed to shift, charged with an energy that crackled like a storm on the horizon. I felt it before I saw him—a presence both familiar and commanding, a figure from my past stepping into the present with the grace and power of a seasoned warrior.

“Marcus!” I breathed, the name a whisper of disbelief and joy as my mentor appeared before us, his silhouette framed by the dim light filtering through the virtual realm. His face, lined with the wisdom of years and the shadows of battles fought, was a beacon of hope in our moment of uncertainty.

“Alex,” Marcus greeted, his voice a rumble of warmth that resonated deep within me. “It’s good to see you again, my boy.”