The moon hung heavy over Tokyo, its light reflecting off the countless glass towers that reached toward the heavens. Neon signs buzzed with life, and the hum of the city never ceased. But beneath this modern landscape, deep within an ancient tomb, something far older stirred.
Buried beneath layers of forgotten earth and stone, sealed away by the most powerful magic of his enemies, Lord Raizen—the once-mighty king and feared warlord—had slumbered for two millennia. His enemies had conspired to trap him, using the arcane forces of the ancients to bind his soul and imprison his body. But now, after two thousand years, that ancient seal had finally weakened.
The ground trembled. Stone cracked and dust billowed into the air as Raizen's tomb split open. His eyes, once closed in an eternal darkness, snapped open. They were bloodshot and filled with fury. His massive frame, clad in ancient armor, rose slowly, the chains that had bound him crumbling to dust. The King was awake.
"I live… again," he growled, his deep voice resonating like a distant thunderstorm. Memories of betrayal, war, and blood filled his mind. He remembered the battle—his last stand against the alliance of kingdoms that had feared his power. He remembered the cold grip of the spell that had trapped him in darkness. But now he stood once more.
Raizen climbed out of his ancient prison, breaking through layers of dirt and debris until his armored boots struck solid ground. As he emerged into the open, the sight that greeted him was unlike anything he had ever imagined.
Gone were the castles, the forests, and the fields of war. In their place, towering buildings made of glass and steel stretched toward the sky. Lights blinked and flashed in every direction, and strange metal carriages sped through the streets without horses to pull them. Strange people walked past him, their eyes glued to glowing devices in their hands, completely unaware of the ancient being that had just awoken among them.
"What is this madness?" Raizen snarled, his hand instinctively reaching for the sword at his side. "Where is my kingdom? Where are my enemies?!" His voice, filled with rage, echoed through the night, but no one paid attention.
The realization struck him with the force of a thousand blades. Time had passed. Thousands of years. His kingdom, his empire, his enemies—they were all gone. He had been sealed away for so long that the world itself had changed beyond recognition.
Rage boiled in Raizen's veins. He clenched his fists, his immense strength threatening to crush the very air around him. How could they have sealed him away only to let him wake in a world where everything he knew was gone? There was no glory left, no throne to reclaim. He was a king without a kingdom.
He stormed down the street, his armor clanking with every heavy step. The people around him stared, whispering to one another, assuming he was some actor from a movie or part of a cosplay event. But Raizen cared not for these strangers. His mind was consumed with fury.
"I will make them all pay!" he roared, his eyes blazing with the desire for revenge. His enemies may have died long ago, but their descendants surely walked this earth. They would know his wrath. This world, this strange, glowing city—it would all burn.
Suddenly, he was drawn toward a massive screen in the center of the city. It displayed images of war, nations, and weapons far more destructive than anything Raizen had ever imagined. This new world was not without power. There were still warriors, still battles to be fought—and perhaps, even more devastating wars to be waged.
A dark smile spread across Raizen's face. His rage was tempered by cold calculation. "I may not know this world, but I will conquer it," he muttered to himself. He knew nothing of its technology, but he understood one thing—power. And he would seize it, just as he had done in the days of old.
His ancient strength was still with him, and the magic that had sealed him had not diminished his abilities. He would find his way in this new world, carve his place, and from the ashes of Tokyo, he would raise a new empire—an empire that would bow to him, Lord Raizen, the Eternal King.
But as Raizen marched into the heart of the city, another force awoke—the descendants of the sorcerers who had once sealed him away. They had been waiting, knowing that the day of his return would come. And now, they prepared to face the wrath of a king whose anger had simmered for two thousand years.
The battle for Tokyo, and the world, was about to begin.
To be continued…