Tampura stood resolute, his young heart brimming with the readiness to confront the malevolent force that had shattered his world. With a deep inhalation, he clenched his fist, the air around him quivering with the gathering of his mana. Exhaling, he unleashed his fury upon a nearby mountain, sending forth a cataclysmic shockwave that rent the stone asunder. Pab watched, astonishment etched upon his face.
"Incredible!!!" Pab gasped, his eyes wide with wonder.
He examined Tampura's fist, seeking the secret of such devastating power, but Tampura merely chuckled at his curiosity.
"It was easy," Tampura boasted with a grin, "I just released a shockwave using my mana to destroy the mountain."
Pab nodded, his expression turning solemn. "I'm impressed, kid. I think you're ready. But before you leave..."
From the depths of his belongings, Pab produced a sword of extraordinary length and craftsmanship, its aura hinting at a divine origin.
"Take this," Pab intoned, offering the sword to Tampura. "I received this blade when I was about eighteen years old. It was a gift from the Gods, and now, I pass it to you. Please promise to never lose it, and promise me to take very good care of it."
Tampura accepted the sword, his eyes reflecting its splendor. Overcome with gratitude, he embraced Pab tightly.
"Thank you!!!" Tampura cried, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. "Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you, Gramps!"
Ezra, who had been observing from a distance, approached and wrapped her arms around Tampura as well.
"Please take care, and return to tell us the good news," she whispered.
Tampura chuckled, a lightness in his voice. "I promise to be back with the good news."
With heartfelt goodbyes exchanged, Tampura set off, casting a radiant smile back at the old couple, who stood hand in hand, their faces wet with tears of pride and joy. As Tampura vanished into the forest's embrace, he embarked on a journey that would test the very limits of his courage.
Hours turned to shadows as Tampura traversed the wilderness, his path crossing with dinosaurs that soon became his prey. Eventually, he arrived at the place of his birth, the grand Dympra Kingdom, only to find it besieged by demons. Their grotesque forms, with flesh like charred leather, eyes like smoldering coals, and spines bristling with spikes, struck terror into his heart. Retreating a step, Tampura caught the attention of one demon, whose unearthly scream rallied the others to its side.
Frightened yet defiant, Tampura faced the onslaught. When one demon lunged at him, he struck it with such force, enhanced by his mana, that it crashed against a rock, only to rise again, seething with rage.
"I'm sorry..." Tampura murmured, a gulp betraying his fear.
He fled, the demon in hot pursuit, until they were alone, away from the demonic horde.
"Now that we're away from your friends," Tampura said with a chuckle, "let's have a sparring match of our own."
The demon, incensed, charged at Tampura, landing a heavy blow. Tampura staggered but retaliated with a gut-wrenching punch, infused with mana, forcing the demon back. They exchanged blows, their power evenly matched, their fists clashing with such force that the earth itself trembled.
But as Tampura focused on his foe, more demons joined the fray, and he was quickly outnumbered. Just as the demons prepared to strike him down, a mysterious fog enveloped the scene, and an unknown figure whisked Tampura to safety. Within the mist, demons were flung aside as if by an invisible force.
Confusion clouded Tampura's mind until the fog lifted, revealing a man clad in royal garb and a mask, standing victorious over the fallen demons. Tampura gazed at the stranger, curiosity burning within him, wondering who this masked savior could be.