The moon was full in the sky, casting its silver light over the hidden camp nestled between the dense trees.
This place was nothing more than a small station in a larger war, where the fate of the organization and the nobles intertwined.
Three leaders managed this camp, each playing a role in maintaining the balance of power within the front.
"Death" returned to the camp with steady steps, his shoulder slowly bleeding.
Injuries were nothing new to him; his body was familiar with pain, yet his expressions remained devoid of any trace of it.
Behind him, the team members moved silently, avoiding direct eye contact.
It wasn't just fear—it was a mixture of awe and respect.
He had completed a mission everyone deemed impossible, proving that "Death" was not just a name but a reality walking among humans.
With every step he took toward the tents, whispers spread like wildfire.
"How did he and his team return alive?"
"This is impossible... The energy trainee wasn't an ordinary target."
But "Death" didn't care about what was being said.
His mind was occupied with what he had seen in the battle, with what he felt... or rather, what he remembered.
As he walked through the crowded paths of the camp, the memories of the commander whose body he now inhabited intertwined with his consciousness.
He recalled flashes of that commander's life: his pursuit of collecting what was known as "shadow points," a complex system that granted individuals the resources necessary for missions and for learning energy control.
These points were earned through risk-taking, by undertaking dangerous tasks that could cost their lives but granted them equivalent power.
But the memory that puzzled him the most was related to the transition.
This body... this world... did not belong to him.
For a fleeting moment, he remembered a sensation akin to falling, followed by a strange feeling as if an enigmatic force had pushed him through time and space.
This commander wasn't part of his present but belonged to a time long past.
"Death" didn't have the luxury of deep reflection.
In the past, his brother—nicknamed "The Vampire"—was the mastermind, while he was the executor of missions, together forming the best killing duo.
But now, with this new body, he found himself trapped in memories and thoughts that weren't his own.
His intelligence and thought process had grown significantly, but he wasn't sure whether this was a gift or a curse.
As he entered the mission tent, the heavy scent of blood and sweat filled the air.
He lifted a box and opened it, revealing the head of the cavalry commander, "Elyric," and placed it before the task supervisor.
The man, watching him with suppressed fear, didn't utter a word.
"Death" gave a small signal, prompting the recording of the points he had earned.
"This should be enough for the blue energy pill, shouldn't it?"
"Death" asked in a calm voice, one carrying a weight that brooked no challenge.
"Y-yes, it's more than enough. I'll prepare it right away," the man stammered.
At that moment, while waiting to receive his reward and begin training to increase his strength, new thoughts flooded his mind.
The pill wasn't just a step toward training; it was part of a larger plan.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he could use this newfound power to uncover what had happened to him.
How did he end up in this world? And what was the blue stone that had turned his life upside down?
Yet, part of him knew the answers wouldn't come easily.
In a world filled with betrayal and secrets, he had to maintain his silence and gather his strength patiently.
Returning to his old world might be impossible, but he wouldn't stop until he uncovered the truth... or died trying.