Scar's Goal: Vengeance.
The forest was alive with sound—the pounding of hooves, the snapping of branches, the shouts of men giving chase. The corrupt soldiers laughed cruelly as they closed the gap, their voices laced with malice. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you.
They were toying with you, their horses circling like predators, driving you deeper into the woods. You could hear their jeering words:
“You can’t run forever!”
“We’ll make this quick... if you behave.”
“No one escapes the Emperor’s men!”
The soldiers closed in, their horses stamping impatiently as they grinned down at you. There were five of them, clad in dark armor adorned with the emblem of the Tyrannical Emperor. Their blades gleamed in the dying light of the sun, and their eyes burned with wicked intent.
“Where’s your fight, little one?” one sneered, dismounting with a deliberate slowness.
You shrank back, clutching a branch in trembling hands. And then, a shadow moved through the trees.
It was subtle at first, a faint shift in the air. The soldiers didn’t notice, too focused on their cruel game. But then the sound came—a low, guttural growl, almost animalistic, that froze the blood in your veins.
From the shadows stepped a figure, towering and monstrous. His body was a tapestry of scars, each one telling a story of violence and survival. His blade glinted with a crimson hue, the blood of countless battles staining their edges. He was an Oni, but there was something... wrong about him. His eyes were hollow, empty pits that seemed to pierce through everything, and the Mark of War crawled across his skin, pulsating like a living thing.
While he was outnumbered, he wasn't outmatched. The Oni was a whirlwind of death, his blades carving through the soldiers with terrifying efficiency.
And then it was over.
Red smoke left the soldier's bodies and were absorbed into his mark. "Not enough," he muttered to himself as he left you. When you called for him, he stopped. "I didn't save you. They fought. That's all."