The air was heavy with anticipation as the sun dipped low, casting its amber glow across the expansive training grounds. It was a year since the harrowing events in the Blossom Dimension—the year when Gok returned and Sung Min Ki was brought back to life, marking a pivotal point in their battle against the mysterious forces of the Sleeves. The world had changed, but the scars of the past still lingered. Among the survivors, the bonds forged in the heat of battle held firm, and the drive for justice burned brighter than ever.
In the heart of the training grounds, the clash of steel echoed, reverberating across the arena. Wu-Ji and King D were locked in a fierce battle, their movements fluid and precise. Sweat glistened on their foreheads as their weapons collided, each strike sending shockwaves through the air.
Wu-Ji's golden blade shone with an otherworldly brilliance, its edge sharp enough to cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. He moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, every strike deliberate, each parry flawless.
King D, his powerful frame intimidating as ever, was equally matched, his strength amplified by years of experience. He wielded his weapon—a massive warhammer—effortlessly, the weapon's weight not slowing him down in the least. He swung with unmatched force, testing the limits of his opponent's agility.
Monkey and Rat stood nearby, watching the combatants with admiration. The two had been through their own battles, and now, they stood as witnesses to the training of those who would protect their world.
Monkey:
"These two... they never stop. I've never seen King D so focused. I wonder how much more he has to give."
Rat:
"That's what makes them who they are. The 5 Saviours—each one has their own drive. But Wu-Ji... there's something different about him. He's been pushing harder since the last battle."
At the edge of the grounds, Gok stood alone, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He hadn't been active in battle for years, but the old fire still burned within him. His hands gripped the familiar hilt of his Infinity Blade, the weapon gleaming in the fading light of day.
After decades of peace, the blade felt both foreign and familiar, as though it had been waiting for this moment, just as Gok had been. His eyes glowed a faint red as his internal energy surged, responding to the blade's presence. He hadn't wielded it in so long, but now, with the world on the brink of new challenges, he knew it was time to take up arms again.
Gok (to himself):
"The peace was never meant to last. But with this blade, I can protect everything we've fought for."
Meanwhile, in a bustling terminal in an unfamiliar city, Dave Igneel stood tall, his towering figure drawing the attention of passing travelers. His once-crisp military uniform was now worn and tattered, marked by the scars of countless battles. His face, though weary, held a calm determination. The once-burdened expression was replaced by a smirk, a faint but confident smile that betrayed his purpose. His face concealed beneath dark sunglasses, he was now someone entirely different—someone with a past that couldn't be forgotten, but with a future that demanded his attention.
The battle-scarred warrior made his way to the counter, where a ticket to Seoul, Korea awaited. He wasn't here for vacation or to enjoy the sights. No, his mission was clear: he needed to meet the 5 Saviours—the individuals he had admired from afar, the ones whose stories had shaped his understanding of the world.
As he received his ticket, the faintest whisper of recognition stirred within him. He didn't know them personally, but their legacy had been engraved into the fabric of his own journey. He had heard of their victories, their sacrifices, and their unyielding resolve.
Dave (to himself):
"I don't know what I'll find when I get there, but I'm ready. The world needs to know about the threat that's still lurking in the shadows. And I have a part to play in it."
As Dave prepared to board his flight, back at the heart of the operation, Gok's phone buzzed. The familiar ringtone echoed in the quiet office. Gok glanced at the screen, recognizing the number immediately. It was a call he had been expecting, though he didn't yet know from whom.
He answered without hesitation.
Gok (into the phone):
"Gok speaking."
A pause on the other end. A voice, gravelly but filled with authority, responded.
Dave:
"Primeminister Gok, this is Dave Igneel. I think we need to talk. There's something you should know."
The line crackled slightly, but Gok's expression didn't falter. He already knew what was coming, a feeling gnawing at him as he waited for more.
Gok (to himself):
"So it begins."
As the day stretched into night, the city of Seoul hummed with life. Dave Igneel's plane touched down at Incheon Airport, the arrival marking the beginning of a new chapter. Unbeknownst to him, the 5 Saviours, once legends in their own right, would soon meet him—and the world would change again.
In the training grounds, Wu-Ji and King D exchanged a final, exhausted look before walking toward the others.