As Tony drifts into sleep, his mind plunges into a nightmarish landscape. He finds himself standing in a desolate wasteland, the sky above swirling with ominous clouds. His alter ego appears before him, the same sinister grin etched across its face.
"Defeating Zephyr should be your first priority," the alter ego intones, its voice echoing ominously.
Tony frowns, confusion and frustration mixing in his mind. "Who is Zephyr?"
But before he can hear the answer, Tony jolts awake, his heart pounding. He looks out the window and sees that night has fallen, the darkness outside deep and impenetrable. Suddenly, two bikes zoom past, their lights cutting through the gloom.
The door creaks open, and Rin steps in, carrying a tray of food. "Eat this," she instructs, her voice firm yet gentle. "It seems there's a problem down there. I'll go check it out."
Tony nods, still disoriented from his nightmare. Rin leaves, and Tony grabs his head, trying to piece together the fragments of his dream. The name "Zephyr" lingers, but the details remain elusive.
Determined to make sense of it, Tony gets up and paces around the room. His gaze falls on his suit and gear, neatly arranged in the corner. He grabs his sword, its weight familiar and reassuring in his hand.
"I should start by investigating Zephyr," he mutters to himself, his resolve hardening.
He suits up, the process grounding him as he slips back into the role he knows best. With each piece of armor and gear secured, he feels more like the warrior he once was. Sword in hand, Tony steps out of the room, ready to uncover the mystery of Zephyr and confront whatever challenges lie ahead.