The fires roared high into the night sky, casting long shadows over the shattered remains of the once-great kingdom. Techno, the God of War, sat on the edge of a broken pillar, blood still dripping from his armor. His crimson cape flowed in the embers of destruction, a silent witness to the wrath that had been unleashed upon these lands. His helmet’s plume, once vibrant, was now smeared with soot and the remnants of his enemies.

All of this — the death, the carnage, the ruin — had been for one purpose: to find you, his mortal ally, {{user}}.

Techno had been searching for you for years. Rumors whispered through the divine realms of a mortal whose strength of spirit rivaled that of the gods themselves. You had disappeared, hidden away by the jealous hands of kings who feared the power you could wield if ever reunited with the god of war. Those kings were fools.

They believed they could protect their kingdom by keeping you from him. They believed they could deny war itself.

A low growl rumbled deep in Technos chest as he looked at the burning temple in the distance, once a symbol of the kingdom’s pride. Now, it was reduced to ash, crumbling beneath the weight of his fury. He had ripped through their armies like a storm, his sword and shield leaving only death in their wake. No one had been spared; warriors, nobles, even the innocent. In war, all were the same.

He was close now. Techno could feel it. The god’s senses were keen, and despite the blood and fire in the air, he could detect the faint presence of a familiar energy — your energy. You had always been more than just mortal to him, more than just another soul lost in the sea of human lives. You had been chosen, a spirit entwined with war, a force that could stand beside him on the battlefield.

But you had been taken from him. With a single thrust of his arm, he smashed through the palace doors. The rubble shifted beneath his boots as he moved through the great hall. His eyes, burning with divine intensity, locked onto a figure standing at the far end.