A Valley was experiencing a normal morning. The usual hustle and bustle filled the air as players took on quests, browsed the wares of weapon and armor shops, and crowded the inns. It was a scene as ordinary as the rising sun.
Boom!
Suddenly, the sky tore open. Something hurtled down with terrifying speed, impacting the very heart of the town, right where the quest board stood. The ground trembled violently, and a shockwave ripped through the surroundings, sending debris flying and players sprawling. Screams of pain and confusion filled the air as many were caught in the destructive blast.
From the dust and the newly formed crater, a figure emerged. He was large, imposing, and radiated an aura of malevolent power. His name was Bruhsuperdoom. A cruel smile stretched across his face as he surveyed the devastation.
"I hope you're not as weak as usual, my meal..." his voice boomed, laced with a chilling amusement.
Some of the dazed players, fueled by adrenaline and a sense of duty, attempted a desperate attack. They charged towards Bruhsuperdoom with whatever weapons they had at hand. But Bruhsuperdoom was lightning fast. With a series of brutal strikes, he eliminated them all, each punch carrying the force of a battering ram, ending their lives instantly.
Others tried a different approach, unleashing magical attacks or firing ranged weapons. But Bruhsuperdoom merely scoffed. Blasts of raw energy erupted from his hands, tearing through buildings and incinerating those who dared to oppose him. Panic spread like wildfire. Those who lacked the skills to fight turned to flee, their hopes pinned on escape. But Bruhsuperdoom was relentless, cutting them down with casual cruelty.
It seemed as though no one could stand against this overwhelming force. Bruhsuperdoom continued his rampage, destruction his only aim. Yet, amidst the chaos, one figure stood his ground. He was battered, bruised, but his eyes burned with fierce determination. He lunged at Bruhsuperdoom, a desperate gamble.
Bruhsuperdoom, momentarily surprised by this display of defiance, swung a powerful fist. It connected with the figure, but to his astonishment, the man didn't fall. He staggered, but remained standing.
"Hoo?" Bruhsuperdoom's smile widened, a hint of intrigue in his crimson eyes. "Looks like there aren't only scraps in this stupid village after all. Tell me your name, human."
The man stood tall, his chest heaving, but his voice rang out with unwavering resolve. "My name is Rabajen! And I am here to defeat you! My last fight was a pathetic display, but I have trained relentlessly for this moment! I will face any opponent!"
Bruhsuperdoom cast a condescending gaze upon Rabajen, his amusement evident. "You? You truly believe you can challenge me? You are nothing but an arrogant fool! You will die like all the others who dared to stand in my way!"
Rabajen's response was immediate and resolute. "Of course, I will defeat you! Berserker armor mode!"
A metallic bracelet on Rabajen's wrist flared with a vibrant pinkish light. In the blink of an eye, a dark, metallic substance erupted from the bracelet, spreading rapidly across his body. It solidified, forming a magnificent suit of armor, bristling with sharp spikes and featuring a menacing red visor that concealed his face.
Bruhsuperdoom remained unfazed by the sudden transformation. Without hesitation, he launched another attack, his fist aimed squarely at Rabajen. But this time, the blow impacted the armor with a resounding clang, the force seemingly absorbed. Before Bruhsuperdoom could react, Rabajen retaliated, his armored fist slamming into Bruhsuperdoom's face with surprising force. The impact sent the powerful entity crashing into a nearby building.
Bruhsuperdoom's patience finally snapped. He unleashed a furious barrage of punches, each one a blur of motion. But Rabajen stood firm, his armored form acting as an impenetrable shield. He parried and absorbed each blow, and then, with a surge of power, he redirected the absorbed energy, unleashing it as a concentrated beam that slammed back into Bruhsuperdoom.
"After countless missions," Rabajen's voice echoed from within the helmet, "I discovered this incredible armor in a forgotten dungeon. It absorbs the force of an opponent's attack and returns it with double the power!"
Rabajen pressed his advantage, his movements now swift and powerful. He dashed forward, his armored fist colliding with Bruhsuperdoom once more. Bruhsuperdoom managed to raise his arms to parry, his fist striking Rabajen's helmet. But again, the force was absorbed. In return, Rabajen delivered a brutal punch to Bruhsuperdoom's stomach, doubling him over.
"I... I cannot endure such humiliation from a mere player!" Bruhsuperdoom gasped, his eyes blazing with fury. "I am a superior entity! Singularity Destruction!"
A terrifying transformation overtook Bruhsuperdoom. Two crimson knuckle dusters materialized on his hands, extending up his arms. Black lines snaked across his skin, connecting to his shoulders, and his usual cruel smile returned, his red eyes burning with intense power.
Bruhsuperdoom lunged, his enhanced fist slamming into Rabajen. The impact was devastating. The berserker armor, for the first time, failed to completely absorb the blow. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. Rabajen, reeling from the attack, threw a desperate counter-punch, but Bruhsuperdoom easily parried it and retaliated with a vicious blow to Rabajen's stomach, a brutal repayment for the earlier attack.
Rabajen found himself on the defensive, struggling against Bruhsuperdoom's enhanced power. He unleashed a rapid series of attacks, but Bruhsuperdoom, with a sinister grin, utilized a strange technique. He seemed to flicker, vanishing and reappearing behind Rabajen in an instant – Benamoth's Projection. A powerful kick slammed into Rabajen's back, sending him crashing to the ground.
Before Rabajen could recover, Bruhsuperdoom unleashed a blast of crimson energy. The shattered berserker armor finally gave way, disintegrating into fragments.
"Now... die!" Bruhsuperdoom snarled, charging up another lethal energy beam, aiming it directly at the fallen Rabajen.
But just as the crimson energy was about to strike, a ripple distorted the air. A figure materialized in front of Rabajen, deflecting the deadly blast with an unseen force. It was Saland. And behind him, four more figures appeared as if stepping out of the shadows: Marty, Christa, Haytham, and Shimmon.
Tears welled up in Rabajen's eyes as he looked at the familiar faces. A wave of relief and overwhelming emotion washed over him.
"Welcome back... my children..." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.