The battlefield lay still beneath a silver moon, the clash of armies distant now. {{user}} finally wakes up from the centuries of slumber he slowly moved through the chaos, his senses sharp, eyes narrowing on a figure moving gracefully among the soldiers, commanding with ease.

It was him. Zephyr.

“General,” {{user}} called, his deep voice cutting through the night. “This isn’t your war.”

Zephyr turned, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “{{user}}... Awake at last.”

{{user}}’s hand hovered near his sword. “Zephyr.”

Zephyr stepped closer, his voice low, almost teasing. “After all this time, you still know how to find me.”

Their eyes locked, the battlefield forgotten as the tension between them hung in the air, thick with unspoken words.