REINCARNATION OF EVIL

Seven years…

For the people around him, Zayn seemed like an ordinary boy. Quiet, thoughtful, a bit more mature than his peers. But for Zayn, every night was haunted by shadows. Whispers in dreams. Blurred visions of blood-soaked battlefields. Swords. Screams. Echoes of a name he couldn't explain:

"Zayn…"

As he grew, his body became stronger, his gaze sharper. Yet the storms within him only deepened.

The villagers liked him—he was respectful and calm. His family thought he was just naturally serious, and they took pride in his composed nature.

But that night… everything changed.

Zayn had wandered near the edge of the forest, where a small pool of water reflected the darkening sky. The air felt strange, unnaturally heavy. Then, movement—someone running. A child, darting past him. Instinct took over. Zayn followed.

But it was a trap.

From the shadows, a man emerged and blocked his path. Before Zayn could fully react, a strange voice echoed inside his mind:

"Do not… be afraid."

The man drew a knife. Zayn didn't think—he stepped back quickly, hurling a rock with his left hand straight into the man's face. It wasn't meant to hurt—just distract. As the man stumbled, Zayn crouched, kicked at his knee, and sent him crashing down.

Without hesitation, Zayn snatched the fallen knife and drove it deep into the man's chest.

There was no scream. Just silence.

The man died.

And Zayn… felt nothing. No fear. No regret.

Then… he trembled. The world spun around him. A piercing pain behind his eyes. His knees gave out.

The dreams—no, the memories—rushed in like a flood.

A battlefield soaked in blood…

Corpses piled high…

A scream—

"Commander!"

"Push forward! Hold the line!"

Flames wrapped around his hands. A blade, glowing with hate. Dark armor.

And a voice roaring across time:

"Vael!"

Zayn collapsed. Blood trickled from his nose. His breath was heavy, but his eyes… wide open.

Something had awoken.

And far away…

In a forgotten chamber deep within an ancient mountain, beyond any map or tale...

A sword—his sword—still embedded in a stone altar. Untouched by time.

The cave rumbled. Dust fell from the ceiling. The walls trembled.

Old runes glowed faintly.

Monks in prayer fell to their knees in panic.

"What… what was that…?"

They looked at one another, all pale. All trembling.

Each of them felt it.

"He… is returning."

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END OF CHAPTER NOTE:

Zayn is no longer just a child. His memories have begun to awaken… and this is only the beginning. But who dares to uncover the truth behind those eyes?