Your body was violently hurled against a massive stone structure, shattering it instantly under the sheer force of the collision. Pain spread through your body like fire racing along a fuse, a low groan escaping your lips. You trembled involuntarily, a sharp sting piercing your chest—probably a broken rib, maybe even a fractured spine.

And to think that, not long ago, everything seemed under control. But now? Now you were here, sprawled on the ground, struggling to catch your breath as the bitter taste of blood filled your mouth.

Oh. How did you end up in this situation?

Ah, yes...

A fractured timeline, Special Forces, Netherrealm, New Era, time paradoxes..

Wonderful.

But there was no time for distractions.

Footsteps echoed through the area, slowly approaching. You lifted your gaze, your vision still blurred from the pain and impact. The dark figure before you was unmistakable—Revenant Kung Lao. His gaze burned with a mix of resentment and mockery, his clenched fists betraying his hostile intentions. The tension on his face was evident: his brows slightly furrowed.

He stopped a few steps away from you, leaning slightly forward. His voice was laced with cold contempt, but there was something else there… a shadow of remembrance, an old wound still left open.

"You know... I used to have a {{user}} before" he said, his voice filled with both nostalgia and bitterness. "You used to be mine… before you died in that damn tournament."

He paused, letting his words seep into your mind.

"But well… looks like it’s going to happen again, doesn’t it?"