The rain began to fall, soft and cold, almost silent.
Each drop struck the rubble and pools of blood, slowly washing away the traces of carnage.
The sky, darkened by the battle and heavy with ash, wept as if trying to hide the horror the earth had just witnessed.
Leon stood still.
His breath was short.
His hands trembled slightly.
He still held Jason from the future in his arms—unconscious, wounded.
Around them, everything was ruins and silence.
Blood formed rivers on the walls of crumbling buildings.
The steam rising from the heat of the battle cloaked the streets, making the world feel like a shattered dream.
Leon, eyes wide, struggled to comprehend what he had just lived through.
Monsters.
An angel.
A divine power.
And this man… Jason… from the future.
Why him?
Why now?
Why that look the angel gave him before vanishing?
He glanced down at Jason. The man was still breathing—faintly—but his face bore the marks of someone who had walked through centuries of pain.
— "I don't understand… but you know something, don't you?" Leon whispered.
He clenched his teeth.
He knew everything had changed.
That he could never return to his former life.
Jason might be his only hope—the only key in this sudden chaos.
So he vowed to protect him.
Suddenly—
A cold wind sliced through the mist.
Leon sensed a presence.
A step.
Then another.
Something… or someone… was walking through the blood-stained mist.
The footsteps made no sound.
And yet, they echoed deep within Leon's soul.
He slowly stood, wary, every sense on high alert.
— "Who's there?!" he called out, his voice trembling but firm.
Silence.
Then, like a shadow tearing through the light, a figure emerged from the fog.
A man.
Tall.
Clad in a black coat, worn by time.
His eyes shimmered with a strange silver glow.
He walked slowly… and with each step, he would disappear… then reappear closer.
As if he were playing with reality itself.
Leon stepped back, holding Jason tighter.
The man stopped a few meters away.
He tilted his head slightly.
He watched.
Silently.
Intensely.
Then he spoke, his voice deep and calm:
— "So… the bond has finally formed."
Leon frowned.
— "Who are you?" he asked.
The man gave a slow, cold smile.
— "Me? I'm just a witness. Or perhaps… a memory forgotten by the future."
He looked down at Jason, still unconscious in Leon's arms.
— "He… chose you. But he hasn't told you everything. And believe me… what he carries inside him is far beyond what you can imagine."
A chill ran down Leon's spine.
— "What do you want?"
The man closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling the damp, blood-scented air.
— "I came to see… if you're ready."
— "Ready for what?!"
The man opened his eyes.
Lightning flashed across the sky.
His gaze had changed.
His eyes were now entirely black.
— "For the war that's coming, Leon."
— "And believe me… what you just lived through was only the first heartbeat of an eternal storm."
Then he smiled again.
And vanished.
As if he had never been there.
Leaving behind only the sound of the rain…
…and the echo of his words, carved into Leon's heart.
At the very same moment, in other parts of the city...
Chaos was everywhere.
The streets were flooded with screams, cries, sirens tearing through the air, and desperate gunfire.
Buildings collapsed one after another.
Bridges crumbled like paper.
Flames danced on rooftops, and black smoke covered the sun.
The red moon still hung in the sky, unmoving since Jason's arrival from the future.
Its eerie glow dominated the heavens.
It looked down upon the world...
Like a divine eye turned indifferent.
Time could not return to its normal flow.
Because Jason from the future was still unconscious.
And only he had the power to stabilize it.
Only he could close the breach.
But as long as he remained unconscious,
Earth continued to tear open,
And monsters... kept rising.
They emerged from the depths like long-forgotten demons.
Some were as tall as buildings.
Others, smaller, crawled through alleyways to hunt survivors.
There were hundreds of them.
Perhaps thousands.
In the capitals of the world, panic ruled.
Millions fled, running without direction, driven by fear.
Children were lost, screaming in the crowds.
Families were torn apart in the chaos.
Governments, overwhelmed, declared states of emergency.
The military was deployed.
Helicopters flew over burning zones.
Tanks tried to hold back the monsters with heavy fire.
Soldiers fought bravely...
But they all knew this was not a normal war.
They fired—
But bullets bounced off the thick hides of some creatures.
The monsters felt no pain, no fear.
Only a hunger for destruction.
The world was falling apart.
Civilization… was collapsing before its own eyes.
In this global madness, one truth remained:
Jason had to wake up.
Because as long as the guardian of time remained in the silence of unconsciousness,
humanity was only delaying its own end.
And somewhere,
at the heart of this blood-red night,
another entity was watching...
Someone even more dangerous than the monsters.
Someone... waiting for the perfect moment to strike.