ZAWISH – RISE OF THE GUARDIAN
Part 2: The Wrath of Nekros
Chapter One: Whispers of the Void
The night was still. A silence had taken root in the streets. The Earth, bruised and battered from Nekros' assault, felt… broken. Cities once alive with human chatter now lay in ruins, cradling the echoes of despair. Fires burned, but their light offered no warmth — only the stark reminder of what had been lost.
Amidst the chaos, Zawish stood alone. His eyes, glowing with golden intensity, scanned the fractured skyline. His heart was heavy with the weight of responsibility, yet the fire within him had only intensified. The Dar Metal, the very force that had birthed him, coursed through his veins, giving him strength unlike anything the world had ever known. But even that power came at a price.
With every fight, every battle against the dark forces that threatened his world, Zawish felt the toll. The brutal weight of his choices pressed down on him. He was more than a protector now. He was the last beacon of hope. Yet, for all the energy that surged through his limbs, Zawish had one truth at the core of his being:
He was alone.
Chapter Two: The Dark Lord Emerges
Nekros was not a name spoken lightly. For those who knew of him, his presence was akin to a black hole — an endless vacuum that sucked hope from every corner of existence. Born from the Dark Dimension, Nekros was a being of unimaginable power, his armor a living entity that fed off the despair he caused. His army, the Dreadborn, a legion of twisted soldiers pulled from the deepest recesses of the multiverse, was unstoppable.
Zawish knew Nekros had one goal: to claim Dar Metal — the one force that could make him unstoppable. And once he controlled it, Earth, and every dimension he laid his hands on, would burn.
As the dark lord's forces moved in, cities fell. The last remnants of humanity huddled together, praying for a savior, but Zawish was far away, hiding in a forgotten cave, contemplating his next move. His contact with the outside world was minimal. He had no allies left. No friends.
But the call from the Resistance broke his isolation. A desperate plea from Dr. Elara Voss, leader of Earth's last defense, echoed through Zawish's mind.
"We need you, Zawish. The Dark Lord is closing in. If we don't stop him now, there will be no future to fight for."
Chapter Three: The Final Gambit
Zawish emerged from the shadows. His mind was clear, his purpose sharper than ever. The time had come to face Nekros. But this time, it would be different. Zawish had learned from his previous battles. He no longer fought just for survival. He fought for something greater.
Victory.
Zawish's approach to the battlefield was not the reckless charge of a warrior looking for a quick fight. Instead, it was calculated, methodical, and filled with a dangerous calm that only someone with true power could carry.
He arrived at the city's ruined gates, the air charged with an electric tension. He could sense the presence of Nekros — the dark lord was close. Zawish raised his hand, the Glove of Dar Metal glowing ominously.
Without warning, Nekros's army descended upon him.
"You're too late, Zawish." The voice of Nekros boomed through the air, his form slowly emerging from the swirling dark clouds above. The Dark Lord floated, his armor gleaming with the death of a thousand worlds. His eyes were burning coals, glowing with malevolent intent.
Zawish's gaze met Nekros's. His voice was low, filled with the weight of his resolve. "Then I guess it's time I send you back to the abyss."
The fight that followed was nothing short of apocalyptic. Nekros's Dreadborn stormed the battlefield, their swords and claws scraping against Zawish's glowing form. But he was faster. Stronger. His every movement a blur of golden energy as he sliced through their ranks with lethal precision.
Nekros watched with a twisted smile, his hand raised to command his troops. "You may defeat them, Zawish. But you will never defeat me."
Zawish didn't answer. His focus was absolute. He was done talking.
He gathered every ounce of power within him, channeling the infinite energy of the Dar Metal. His fist clenched, and in one explosive moment, he launched himself toward Nekros.
Chapter Four: The Fight for Eternity
The two collided with a force that shattered the landscape. Shockwaves reverberated through the Earth, knocking buildings to the ground and sending the Dreadborn scattering. Zawish and Nekros fought with the fury of gods, each blow sending out shockwaves that tore the world around them to pieces.
Zawish's punches cracked Nekros's armor, revealing the dark, twisted essence beneath. Nekros retaliated with blasts of dark energy that shook Zawish to his core, but Zawish fought back with all the power of the Dar Metal. He slammed his fist into Nekros's chest, shattering his armor, but Nekros only grinned, his power regenerating at a terrifying rate.
"You're out of your depth, Zawish," Nekros hissed, his voice a low growl. "This world will burn. You're just a puppet in the game."
Zawish's expression hardened. He wasn't going to listen to the words of a monster. He wasn't a puppet — he was the Guardian.
He raised his glove once more, and with a mighty roar, he unleashed the full fury of the Dar Metal. A blinding light filled the battlefield, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world itself would implode.
But Nekros wasn't finished.
With a laugh that echoed across dimensions, Nekros unleashed his ultimate power — a vortex of pure dark energy, threatening to consume everything in its path. The ground beneath them cracked open, and the sky darkened as the world seemed to bend and twist under the weight of the clash.
Zawish stumbled back, his energy nearly depleted. But he refused to give in. He was the last hope of Earth.
Chapter Five: The Final Choice
Zawish knew there was only one way to stop Nekros — to sever the connection between the Dark Dimension and Earth. The Dar Metal had the power to rewrite reality itself, but it required a sacrifice.
The dark lord's forces were closing in, and Zawish had no time to waste.
"I'm not afraid to die," he muttered, eyes focused on the glowing form of Nekros. "But you'll never win."
With a final surge of energy, Zawish launched himself toward Nekros, grabbing hold of the dark lord's chest and ripping through his armor. The two of them fell into the chasm of energy below, and for a brief moment, everything went black.
Chapter Six: Echoes of the Guardian
When the dust settled, the battlefield was silent.
Zawish lay on the ground, battered and broken, but alive. He had won. Nekros's dark influence was gone, and the Earth was free. But the cost was immeasurable. The world was scarred, and its people were forever changed.
Zawish stood slowly, his body aching, but his spirit unbroken.
"I'm not done yet," he whispered to the wind.
As the survivors began to rebuild, Zawish disappeared once again into the shadows. He had fulfilled his duty — for now. But the battle was far from over. The Dark Dimension had many more horrors waiting, and Zawish would always be there, watching, guarding, and waiting for the next threat to rise.
The true Guardian had risen, but the war for Earth's soul was just beginning.