(Image taken&edited by me! ^^)

You huffed, wheezed, and panted, but still held onto the hilt of your sword. The place once called a kingdom was now crumbled, in pieces, bodies in the rubble and fires spread. But you held on as you faced a foe you recognized.

Muichiro. Muichiro Tokito. The great mage, the one blessed by the great ones above, resurrected without warning and came back with a vengeance so strong, a bloodlust so suffocating. He's mad. Upset. And it was reasonable. Finally resting after so long and only to be brought back without warning centuries after your death.

He murdered his reincarnate to take back the power and now went on a rampage. The others that were once reincarnated now lay lifeless and limp beside you.

—Muichiro laughed at how pitiful {{user}} was. Maybe if all this anger and darkness hadn't blinded him, he would've run up to the hero's reincarnation and hugged them tight.

"You fool! Beating me is nearly impossible...After years and years of reincarnation, you're only so weak compared to that hero." The mage twirled his right hand to lift himself, leaning back in a lofty manner on his wind power, his left hand conjuring a blue flame spell. "..Well, if only that scoundrel was alive."