《The Warrior's Path》


 Prologue

    The world was no longer the same.


    The cities rose like giants of metal and stone, each with its own heartbeat and its own secrets. They were fragments of hope and fear, of survival and oppression, connected by roads, forgotten paths, and horizons of fire. Some were imposing, with their constant lights and advanced technology; others, more humble, breathed an air of constant survival. But all shared one truth: the battle never ceased.


    The night fell with a thick mist, and the murmurs of the darkness sounded like distant echoes. The winds, often silent, carried promises of something more, of an unknown future woven between shadows and the whisper of trees. Every movement, every strike, every shadow on the horizon was a warning: the world had changed forever.


    In the darkness of a corner of metal and debris, a sound broke the silence. It was not the hum of an engine or the creaking of old buildings, but something deeper, something older: a presence. Something large, something ancient, moved in the shadows. A cold-skinned predator dragging the weight of a history of destruction and past wars. The ancient mutations, born from a mix of experimentation, radiation, and desperation, had never stopped evolving.


    The warriors of the resistance, who wielded primordial elements of nature, watched the arrival of every shadow with suspicion. Some said their powers were a gift; others said they were a curse, a connection to a force they could not control. They were the only thing holding a semblance of order in the chaos, fighting with swords, fire, air, and water against the forces that sought to subjugate everything. But the price of their power was high: they were connected to the earth, the air, and the fire, but often also to uncertainty and sacrifice.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    On the horizon, a lone figure advanced. A young man who preferred the noise of his scooter to the shadows and murmurs of a city that never slept. He believed he could face the night with a cheap price: a bit of courage and speed. He did not know that, on this very night, the story of his destiny would intertwine with the roar of something much larger than his small life. Something dark, something he could not comprehend.


    The wind began to tremble.


    It was not an earthquake. It was something else. His eyes moved toward the sound: a mosquito of darkness, a blot that seemed to consume everything in its path. It was not merely an animal nor a man: it was a presence, a force that breathed among the rubble, and that knew more history than any man could ever comprehend.


    At that moment, a figure emerged from the shadows, a reflection of struggle and power that was uncommon in the days of peace. It was not a hero, nor a soldier, but it was a warning in the night, a sign of what was coming. It should have been alone, but it was not. History, always intertwined and complex, had other plans.


    Fear was palpable, destiny a sharp edge that felt closer with each passing moment. The battle, inevitable and constant, was about to begin.


    The world turned, and somewhere, deep in the depths of history and chaos, a mind awoke. It was the omen of something many would not understand until it was too late. Every city, every fighter, every shadow, every beast, was part of an ancient cycle, a battle that had been forgotten but had never disappeared.


    Nothing was as it seemed.


    In the air, amid the sound of engines and the echoes of distant cries, a whisper appeared: the cycle continued. And perhaps, just perhaps, the unknown awaited to reclaim what was rightfully its own.


    For now, the story was beginning.

 Light and Shadow in City Sven-1

    Chapter 1


    The story begins in City Sven-1, a city marked by chaos, poverty, and violence. It was the kind of place where the streets became dangerous after nightfall; it was advised to avoid going out unless you were prepared to never return. But sometimes, fate forced you to take risks.


    Saico was one of those young men who, out of necessity, chose to face the night. A delivery driver in one of the most dangerous areas of the city, he always trusted that his moped was the fastest in the neighborhood and that nothing could stop him. That night, the reward was tempting: nighttime deliveries paid up to five times more than during the day, an opportunity too good to pass up.


    It wasn¡¯t the first time he had accepted a late delivery, and this time he didn¡¯t just have one: there were five. Fast and easy money, if he could manage to finish them without any problems. Resolute and without a second thought, he accepted the challenge.


    On the other hand, Ziggy was in the city that night, uneasy. He hated the idea of spending time in City Sven-1 and had always considered the area far too dangerous. But the favor for BJ was something he couldn¡¯t turn down. BJ had a date with his girlfriend, Rouse, and he didn¡¯t want to miss it. Ziggy was a good friend, but the warning in his chest didn¡¯t go away: he felt a kind of pressure in the air, something strange, like a signal that tonight would not be calm.


    Suddenly, as he made his way through the dark, damp streets, something caught his attention. In the distance, he saw a figure on a moped speeding through the neighborhood streets.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    ¡ªIs he crazy, or does he really need the money? ¡ªhe muttered to himself as he continued on his way.


    However, not long after, a more unsettling sensation took hold of his body: a tremor. It wasn¡¯t an earthquake; he would have felt it differently. But this tremor was constant, like a distant rhythmic step. Ziggy stopped and looked back.


    It was then that he saw it: a massive black shadow moving toward the young messenger.


    ¡ªIt can¡¯t be... ¡ªhe thought, his chest tightening with pressure like he had never felt before.


    Before he could react, a powerful force hurled him forward, as if an invisible hand had pushed him. Ziggy was thrown, even passing Saico¡¯s moped, who couldn¡¯t believe what he had just seen.


    ¡ªWhat the... ? ¡ªSaico murmured, turning back with wide eyes.


    Ziggy landed on his feet, unaided, and quickly scanned the horizon. The black shadow was now much clearer: a monstrous figure was advancing, a presence completely out of place for any ordinary night. Ziggy had seen these creatures before: mutant beasts, and now it was clear to him.


    ¡ªFind a safe place! ¡ªhe shouted, ignoring any fear as he expertly prepared his sword.


    Saico, still bewildered, couldn¡¯t comprehend what he was seeing. Was he dreaming? Or was this some cruel joke? But there was no time to question it further.


    Suddenly, a deep, guttural roar rumbled through the air. It was a massive shadow now completely visible: Pardo, the strongest of the Primordials.


    The two young men froze, Saico fearful and Ziggy completely alert. Saico had heard rumors about creatures like this: enormous mutants that lurked in the shadows of the city, but he always thought they were urban legends. However, now he was staring at one face to face, flesh and bone.


    Ziggy never took his eyes off the monstrous figure as a question tormented him:


    What was a Primordial doing in a city like this?