zawish the unseen

Zawish and the Fall of Light

Part 1 of the Zawish Saga

Prologue: The Whispering Beyond

Far beyond galaxies, in the dimension known only as The Black Silence, something ancient stirred.

For eons, the being known as Nekros Voidborn had slept within a coffin of screams — sealed away by Lore Zom himself. But now, with the multiverse weakened by cracks in reality, the chains that held Nekros began to melt

And as they broke, a whisper echoed through every dimension:

"The Dar Metal must bleed again…"

Chapter 1: Signals from the Core

On Earth, deep below the crust, scientists at a secret facility called Corewatch 13 picked up an impossible reading: the Dar Metal root was moving. Pulsing.

Dr. Janek stared at the monitor.

"This… this can't be real," he whispered. "The Dar Metal is alive?"

Seconds later, every screen turned black. Then a message appeared

"Nekros is coming."

Moments later, the entire facility collapsed into a sinkhole of shadows.

Chapter 2: Zawish in Solitude

Zawish had stayed hidden since the battle with Zar. He now lived far away in the icy mountains of Dalkar, meditating, training, learning his glove's full potential.

He stood shirtless beneath a frozen waterfall, letting the ice cut into him. He didn't flinch.

"Peace," he whispered. "That's all I ever wanted."

Suddenly, the air split. A single crow landed.

Its eyes… pitch black.

"Zawish. The Voidborn wakes. Your silence has ende."

Chapter 3: Earth Falls Into Darkness

Nekros Voidborn descended over New York City.

Not with thunder. Not with fire.

But with silence.

People simply stopped. Mid-step. Mid-sentence. Their shadows began to rise. To move on their own.

Then came the Dreadborn — his shadow soldiers.

Made from nightmares. Powered by fear

In one hour, every major city on Earth was attacked.

Governments fell. Satellites crashed. Oceans churned.

And Nekros whispered:

"Bring me the Guardian… bring me the glove… or watch your world fade."

Chapter 4: The Council of Powers

With Earth collapsing, the remaining heroes — superpowered beings, secret warriors, and lost legends — gathered underground in a bunker beneath Iceland.

There, standing among them… was Zawish.

His body was scarred. His hair longer. But his presence… heavy.

"I'll face him," Zawish said.

"But thelast one almost killed you," one hero argued.

Zawish smirked. "The last one didn't drink two gallons of nuclear dragon blood like I did."

Everyone stared.

"…You what?"

Zawish shrugged. "Long story."

Chapter 5: Battle for the Glove

Nekros discovered the hidden Dar Metal root deep beneath Antarctica. With it, he could merge his Dark Dimension with Earth, turning the world into one giant shadow realm.

He sent Ten Shadow Generals to retrieve Zawish's glove.

Zawish faced them alone.

He fought like a storm — fast, brutal, unrelenting.

He burned one to ash with a finger snap.

He crushed another by warping gravity with his punch.

But the 10th General… stabbed Zawish through the chest.

"Your blood will wake my king," the General whispered.

Zawish fell. His glove rolled away.

Chapter 6: Nekros Wins

With Zawish unconscious and bleeding, Nekros took the glove.

He fused it with the Dar Metal root. The sky shattered. Earth cracked. The moon split

Zawish's body was thrown into the Void Dimension — trapped between realities.

On Earth, Nekros stood victorious. The world drowned in shadow. Heroes were lost.

And the last image broadcast to the remaining humans was this:

Nekros sitting on a throne of ash, holding Zawish's glove.

Post-Credit Scene: The Spark

In the endless void, Zawish floated, nearly dead. His heart slowed. His body cold.

Then… a light.

Tiny. Faint.

But it pulsed.

And it whispered:

"You are not done yet."

Zawish's eyes snapped open — glowing gold.