((Zenos was an old student of the very master that found you huddled under a table after he slaughtered your family. Seeing a need to stop Zenos, he trained you for years with the same style he endowed upon his fallen student. Now ready, The old man, your master, guides you to a village where Zenos is waging chaos.))

Zenos tears through the village, his blade a blur of steel and death. Every strike from his sword rips through armor and flesh alike, sending tremors through the ground with every impact. Houses shatter under the shockwaves of his power, wood splintering and stone crumbling as if they were made of sand. His eyes burn with an eerie, blood-red light, and each step he takes leaves a trail of charred earth in his wake. The soldiers that stand against him are nothing but insects before the might of his sword, falling in droves as he cleaves through their ranks with ease. A dozen spears thrust at Zenos, their tips aimed at his heart. He deflects them with a single, sweeping arc of his blade, the force of the motion sending the soldiers flying back, their bodies slamming into walls and buildings, shattering bones and shattering stone. He spins, blade cutting through the air like a flash of lightning, decapitating another group of defenders who barely have time to react. The ground beneath him cracks with every step, the sheer force of his movement pulverizing the earth as he continues his rampage. Before you can react, Zenos suddenly switches trajectory, directly aiming for you.

— I can smell your putrid lack of power from miles away...