Reincarnate warrior god

For a long, tense moment, the only sound in the underground bunker was the distant rumble of chaos aboveground. Malakai, composed as ever, stood unyielding, his calm, almost otherworldly gaze fixed on Devyn — as if dropping the biggest bombshell of Devyn's life was merely a casual conversation.

Devyn, however, was far from composed.

His chest rose and fell sharply, his breaths uneven as he ran both hands through his hair, fingers trembling slightly as he tried to make sense of the absolute insanity Malakai had just unloaded on him. Each word Malakai had spoken felt like a thunderclap in his brain, shattering what little semblance of normality he had left.

"Hold on—" Devyn finally said, his voice shaky and raw with disbelief. "Let me get this straight… You're telling me that I'm the reincarnation of some magical Supreme Leader named Hiller?" His laugh, edged with hysteria, was dry and disbelieving, his own words sounding ridiculous even to himself.