The Supreme Heir Reborn

The rain lashed down on the neon-lit streets of New Lyon City as if the heavens themselves mourned the return of something ancient—something wrathful. In a crumbling alley behind a hospital, a body convulsed back to life. Leon Fang gasped, his eyes snapping open. They glowed faintly in the dark, burning with an unfamiliar power. His heart pounded—not from fear, but from rage that transcended time. Moments ago, he had been burned to ashes in the Great Skyfire Tribunal, a traitor's death in a realm that had forgotten honor. And now... now he breathed again. But the world he returned to was not the one he knew. No immortal palaces floated in the clouds, no celestial beasts roamed the land. Instead: buzzing hovercars, digital billboards, and the stench of steel and smog. A new world. A weaker one. He flexed his fingers. The spiritual force within him was dim, but present—a fragment of his true strength sealed within his soul. Enough to begin again. A nurse screamed at the alley’s entrance. Leon turned slowly, drenched in rain, eyes blazing. “Tell your masters,” he said, voice like thunder wrapped in silk, “The one they burned has returned. And I remember everything.” The nurse fled. Leon smiled. The Supreme Heir had risen—reborn not to survive, but to reclaim the world that once betrayed him. 236 Words Delete