In the middle of a very dark cave, a big and tall man sat without moving.
His back was straight like a spear.
His long black hair fell over his shoulders, looking like the shadows of the cave.
He had a thick beard and a face that looked like it was made of stone calm, but full of pain and history.
He wore long warrior clothes that covered his feet, striped in gold and gray, which made his clothes look more majestic, like a broken sword that had stood the test of time but was still preserved in people's memories.
In front of him, there was a small fire. But there was no wood or oil. The fire burned directly on the cold rock.
It was made from a strange energy called "Leen" that was so strong it made the air itself burn with gold and red colors.
Leaning against the wall was his old friend: a long Ottoman sword. It was broken in half, a sign of a war that the world wanted to forget.
Suddenly, a black crow flew into the cave. Its eyes were glowing with a gold light. It didn't make a sound it just dropped a rolled paper the Journal of the Star on the man's lap.
Karsa reached out and gently patted the crow's head. It was a rare moment of kindness for a man who had lived with monsters for six years. He opened the journal and started reading with cold eyes.
But then, his heart stopped for a second. The light of the fire hit a page that showed a picture of a teenage girl. Her hair was black, and her eyes were a sharp gold color exactly like his own eyes
The fire in front of him suddenly exploded and became huge. The air in the cave began to shake. After six years of hiding, the General of the Sun finally had a reason to leave.
"Oh..." Karsa whispered. His voice was shaky. "Her eyes... they look just like her mother's. And her hair... it's just like mine."
He closed his eyes, feeling the heavy memories of the last six years. He said one name with a lot of love and sadness:
"Amana... I have missed you so much, my daughter."
At that moment, the fire didn't just go out; it disappeared because the world was bowing to Karsa's power.
He stood up. As he rose, the ground under his feet began to crack—not because he was heavy, but because of his terrifying power.
The earth itself seemed to be shaking in fear. He grabbed his broken sword and walked toward the exit. He didn't look back at his "prison" even once.
When he walked out into the moonlight, the monsters of the continent ran away and hid. They felt that the predator was finally out of his cage.
Karsa looked at the horizon, his golden eyes burning. After six years of silence, the Sun General was coming back not for power or for his empire, but for the child he never got to see grow up.
to be continued ...