Fushiro

Elian was one of the most powerful warriors of his time. His best friend, who had been through so much with him, became his brother in spirit and an ally in battle. But one day their paths diverged. Elian became too dangerous — not only for the world, but for himself. In a battle where they faced each other, his friend, realizing that Elian could destroy everything around him, made a decision: to seal him in a barrier created specifically for him.

This barrier was not just a prison, but a space where time did not exist. Elian was locked in a void where he neither aged nor lived. His mind changed, and his body became something else. He communicated with shadows and entities within the barrier that altered him. He was neither human nor something entirely foreign.

One day, the barrier shattered. The reasons behind this remained a mystery. Perhaps Elian had grown stronger than the barrier, or perhaps someone from the outside deliberately destroyed it. The world he knew had changed. He found himself in a place where no one remembered him. But his enemies — those who had sealed him — were still alive, and they were beginning their hunt.

Elian was no longer sure that his release had been a blessing. He could not forget his friend, who had become his enemy. His goal was to find the one who had sealed him, to understand why it had happened and what lay behind that decision. But with every passing moment, he realized that his power and his transformations were unsettling him. He was no longer human, and his path now might lead to the destruction of everything.

Elian — a prisoner who had become something else — and his return marked the beginning of a new era. Sometimes, It seems that Elian is not from this world.

Beyond the Barrier

After retrieving his old blade, Elian emerged onto the shore, pondering his next steps. Money. He urgently needed money.

Back during his trials, he had learned about rifts—tears in space from which hordes of monsters would emerge. After successfully clearing such places, hunters received crystals that could be exchanged for money at the bank.

Having made his decision, he headed to the Hunter Center, where assignments for rift clearance were given.

Elian chose a large rift, which, according to rumors, was swarming with monsters. Squads from various guilds had already set out—large groups of hunters, ready for battle. But Elian didn't care about their presence.

As he approached, a soldier in charge of observation shouted loudly:

— The rift is opening! All squads, prepare!

The spatial tear flashed, and monsters began to emerge. Hundreds of low-level beasts flooded the battlefield, and behind them stood ten colossal creatures radiating an aura of terror.

All the hunters instantly took battle positions. But while they were still forming up, Elian was already rushing toward the monster horde.

— WHAT IS HE DOING?! someone from the guilds shouted.

But it was too late.

Elian raised his sword, his eyes flaring with a cold light.

— Cleave that cuts through the Abyss.

A single swing—and hundreds of monsters were torn to pieces, their bodies falling to the ground without a sound.

The hunters didn't even have time to grasp what had happened before Elian was already airborne.

— Dark Thunderlord.

A deafening strike followed. Lightning poured from the sky, piercing the battlefield. The flashes of nature's fury incinerated the monsters one by one.

— HE KILLED THEM ALL WITH ONE STRIKE?!

Only the ten giants remained.

One of the guild leaders approached Elian.

— What the hell are you doing?! Don't go alone—work with us!

Elian didn't even look at him.

— I don't care.

In an instant, he vanished—reappearing near the giants. They didn't even have time to react.

— Destruction of the Cosmos.

Elian dashed through them, leaving behind only silence.

— WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RUN! someone from the hunters shouted.

But Elian had already sheathed his sword.

And all ten giants collapsed, cleaved in a single instant.

Behind him lay only a field littered with bodies.

The hunters stood frozen. No one could believe what they had just seen.

Elian scoffed as he walked past them.

— Now all the money is mine.

Lord of the Battlefield