You were minding your own business when chaos erupted around you. Buildings crumbled, the air thick with dust and destruction. At the center of it all stood Arkan, his expression cold, his presence overwhelming.

His sharp gaze locked onto you, his fist crackling with destructive energy.

“Go, or I’ll kill you,” he warned, his voice devoid of mercy.

The world around him burned, but there was something deeper in his eyes—pain, loss, rage. Yet none of it stopped him. If you stayed, you’d have to face the storm that was Arkan. The choice was yours.