Standing at the edge shore of 'Mortel Isle', the very ground that molded Sebastian into a force of nature during those five years of isolation. The island's dark history lurks in every corner, but today it seems that this will mark the end of his seclusion from the civilization that he came from. The time has finally come to embrace his newfound purpose in his life.

The relentless waves crash against the rugged shore, a tumultuous orchestra that seems to be celebrating his return. The salty sea breeze carries with it a sense of freedom, a freedom he never has felt in these past years. Taking a deep breath, air filled i n h i s lungs, invigorating his spirit to the core.

At a distance he scrutinized his gaze when the silhouette of a boat emerged on the horizon, and his heart quickened its pace. It seemed the fishers were approaching. This was his ticket back to civilization after seven months when last time a jet had crossed this island, an opportunity to fulfill the mission entrusted to him by his late father, Victor Quinn.

Swiftly, he crafted a  fire arrow, igniting the sky with a spectacular display of blazing determination. The fishers noticed the arrow and realized the signal for them, it seemed that someone was pointing them to come for rescue, however the question was of whom.

"Hey, can you see that? It seems someone is stuck there!" one of the two fishermen exclaimed on noticing that fire arrow. Both of them looked at the direction that had shocked them to the core. 

"Bro, i don't think someone will be here or else how is that even possible for anyone to be alive on this island?"

"What do you say is i t a t r a p? But what if it's really someone?" 

However the arrows that were sent in the air were drawing them like a fiery beacon, altering their course towards the shore slowly.

Once again when he did not notice much of their movement his hands moved with practiced precision, wrapping cloth around sturdy wooden shafts once again and igniting the fire. The rags soaked in oil caught fire as soon as he used the stone to light them, the flames were dancing like fiery spirits, illuminating the darkening sky. With a powerful motion, he again draws his bow and release the arrows, one by one, into the heavens.

As each arrow soared into the firmament, a trail of fire followed, painting the sky with fiery strokes. The display is nothing short of magnificent—a visual symphony of his determination, a beacon to those seeking hope. The fishermen  were amazed however, they  were sure that the person was really seeking their help in rescuing him. They had noticed his silhouette and were shocked to see him there- a person with a built up body standing tall at the shore. The wind was cutting their skin however, the breeze seemed to have stopped before it could even touch his body. His sturdy nature looked as a obstacle in the path of the flowing wind.

As their boat reached the shore, one could notice the awe in the eyes of the fishermen as they witnessed the transformed figure before them— a firm built hulk who had shocked them with his arrow skills. 

Once a reckless playboy, now a symbol of strength and purpose. He was returned to a world vastly changed, ready to confront the dark legacy of his family and the malevolent figures named in his father's damning diary. He knew that the things that he has seen here and suffered through were something that he was going to snatch back from the people because of whom the ship drowned. The real culprits who sabotaged the boat, who forced his father to shot himself right in front of his eyes. He was going to make each one of the people responsible for putting him in such a place. His heart was fluttering however, he was confused to that feeling not being able to understand. It had been five years since he felt like that. It seemed he had really became a stone hearted person.

The boat glides toward the island, the eyes of the fishers widening in amazement as they see him standing there, his silhouette outlined by the fading light. Gone is the irresponsible playboy they've heard about. In his place stands a man of purpose and strength, shaped by years of struggle and survival.

As the boat sets sail, the flash of his city comes in front of his eyes, a sprawling metropolis teeming with life and, unfortunately, rampant corruption. He is going to be so resolute in his mission, fueled by the promise he made to his father on that life raft in the unforgiving ocean.

Each wave that carries the boat closer to the city shore intensifies his determination. He is not just returning; he is emerging anew, a vigilante ready to confront the darkness that plagues his city. He is surely going to face it head-on, armed not just with his father's damning diary, but with a fierce determination to bring justice to the city that has suffered for far too long.

The fishers welcomed him aboard, oblivious to the vigilante they've just rescued. Little do they know, they ferry a man on a mission that will reshape the fate of the city and leave an indelible mark on its destiny. The secrets of the island are left behind, but its influence on his fate and purpose remains, propelling him toward the challenges that lie ahead.

As the boat continued its journey, he turned back and was looking at the receding island, a chapter of his life that is ending but never to be forgotten. Ahead lies the vast expanse of the city, a canvas on which he is ready to paint his new identity—the vigilante, the harbinger of justice, the force that will cleanse the city.

This is his rebirth, and the world will soon know about his return. The journey has just begun.

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