In a remote region of Shurima, high gusts of wind blowing out the sands of many mountain deserts, where the heat seemed to be rising up at high temperatures with the sun soon approaching high noon. There's a path of solid grey rocks as its floor where it leads to the center of Shurima. A nomadic shepherd filled with fear ran towards the opposite direction of the destructive Shurima city.
In the center of Shurima, the city is currently engulfed in a storm of sand where solid debris are being flying out across all places. There are blue-light purplish explosions scattering in different places, water and red liquid are poured and splashed everywhere. The exterior of lifeless figures filled with cuts, burns, blood and even missing parts whether its theirs or others. Screams and pain, evil laughs and rage are being echoed through the fallen sand city.
These are the only flashbacks that the terrified shepherd could remember. He wasn't the only one. A group of people of his tribe followed him with the same terrifying expressions as him. There are many other Shurimans trying to escape the ongoing Shurima war for the rightful throne between the arisen Emperor and the destroyer of the once Ancient Shurima. Still, with all the catastrophes going on, the Nomadic tribe still believed in hope. They believed that their believed savior will one day bring down the two Emperor beings with different goals and bring back peace to the now called New Shurima.
"So is that the direction where it leads to chaotic part of Shurima?" said a mysterious young adult pointing his index to the desert sand battlefield.
The shepherd recoiled back a step, not realizing that there was a person behind him. He was so focused on his tribe, making sure that everyone was here and safe while looking a way out that he didn't noticed that the young foreigner was standing behind him and asked him question a couple of times.
"Whh..whaat?" the shepherd replied while trembling on his words.
"I said is that the direction where it leads to chaotic part of Shurima?" said the boy again to the shepherd while still pointing to the same direction.
"Uh yes my boy." the shepherd replied "But why ask me this? And where do you come from my boy? You aren't from here."
Indeed the young male foreigner didn't looked Shuriman or nomadic and wasn't from Shurima either. His clothing weren't like the nomadic people nor any Shuriman culture. His clothing was completely off and weird. The boy was wearing a strange black coat long enough till it touched around his feet. He wasn't wearing his coat normally has its sleeves were floating above his hands from the heavy wind. He draped his coat as he didn't buttoned. It had a pocket on each sides but no cuffs on the end of the sleeves. The lower back of the coat had small diamond white shape motifs in a line pattern and the collar of the coat was straightened up. The young male was also wearing a black fedora hat with a pinch-front teardrop-shaped crown, fairly titled in front so that it hid both black eyes of its wearer in a front view. The hat also had a darker black band with no decorations on it. His black hair seemed to be medium size but closer to short. He also wore a shirt underneath his coat and jeans that were both dark grey color. His laceless shoes are completely covered in pitch black color. A strange combination of colors and clothes choices seemed to be favorite for the young male.
Finally, the boy also had two large wakizashi, blade pointed to the ground, hanging in his grey belt that weren't covered in a scabbard. The weapons looked very sharp but seemed to not be made from any metal has there wasn't any light that were reflected from the weapons. The hilt was made of the same material as its blade part but was in black color.
The mysterious young man smiled towards the shepherd.
"Alright then. I'll see y'all later." he said happily as he walked towards the dangerous battlefield.
Shocked from what he just heard and seeing the young male walking towards to what was considered to him hell, the old shepherd shouted to him:
"You can't go there! You will die! You should leave while you can!"
"You guys should find a place to stay safe till all the chaos is over. I'll deal with them." the young stranger replied as he kept walking, unfazed by the old man's words.
The shepherd begged for him to turn around and flee but the young stranger didn't seemed to care about the danger that lies ahead. The young male stopped his track and looked over to the old shepherd.
"Trust me. It's all I ask." said the young man, tipping down his hat before continuing to walk towards the dangerous road with his hands in his pocket pants.
The old man was going to run towards the young male until a raging gust of sands blew out violently, leaving most of the nomadic and Shuriman people who escaped blinded for a brief moment. Once, the old shepherd regained his vision, he could no longer see the stranger.
"May I wish you good luck, stranger." the shepherd whispered to no one, hoping that the young stranger will be safe even being warned about the continuing and dangerous battle between demigods.
The tribe and the other Shurimans continued to walk away from Shurima as they looked for a safe place to shelter from the ongoing war.