25 Years Ago. 1989. The Revenant. That was the name given to him by the people of his village. Some people think he's nothing more than an urban legend, some people say he's history, part of his land and culture like a folk lore while others think that he is nothing more than an ordinary story that has been told out of proportions. Whatever the case, all these stories had many similarities and with each iteration, one thing remained consistent.The Revenant was the boy who died and came back. Everything was broken. Everyday that he opened his eyes, Yahamad Ismail thanked his gods for allowing him to live another day, repeating a process he had to accomplish daily in order to survive or more importantly...his loved ones had to survive. Medan, North Sumatra, Indonesia. Yahamad could only remember the painful and horrible conditions of the village he was brought up in. Most people wouldn't even call it a village, but a slum. People were struggling to get their hands on basic necess

"You heard what he said right?" Yuki asks. "Gardens by the Bay. We'll head there after we beat these two clowns." Maxus confirms, taking his attention towards the Twins. Something about them was familiar, a pair of assassins who happen to be Twins...he knew he heard this from somewhere. Geko and Rasp. The green and purple bitch respectively. Maxus recalled hearing about them on the news, a pair of young assassins barely even legal adults sneaking into a festival to kill the President of a neighboring Southeast Asian country. They had to be the same people, The Revenant based on everything Maxus knew would only hire assassins of a high level of skill and reputation. "Bring me your heads!" Rasp shouted, leaping forward and slashing her scythe at Maxus and Yuki, forcing both vigilantes back when a volley of throwing knives were launched at them, prompting both vigilantes to use their weapons to deflect the incoming projectiles as fast as they could, splitting themselves far from each

I'm so sorry. I can't stay.The twisting sourness within his chest made the discomfort with every step he took worse. He hated himself, he hated what he had to do to Leah but...Singapore needed him more. If he could just kill the Revenant, stop all of the problems at the source then maybe it would eventually snowball to help Leah and her current situation.That look on her face, that devastating frown, the confusion and desperateness in her eyes...Now.Maxus was on the way to Gardens by the Bay as Soultaker, using the vegetation around the area to hide himself within while trying to spot Yuki. The mood...he felt heavy, the tight squeezing feeling within his heart was getting worse as he paused for a moment to give himself some deep breaths, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.[Where are you?] Maxus took out his phone to quickly text his fellow vigilante.[Meet at the back entrance. The two guys guarding them. Take them out together.]Maxus followed her instructions, scoutin

"They were right. Soultaker is a threat." The Revenant, Yahamad looked down at his cuts, watching as blood from his open forearm laceration halting it's flow and and the open wound itself, starting to close in at inhuman speeds. Afan, his brother was sitting in his wheelchair watching the footage of his brother's fight with the Soultaker and Moonfox, analyzing their actions. "Their skills are nothing to scoff at. It's all on perfect display within these clips on how one man could take down someone as powerful as the Blood Lion. The mastery he has over his sword and every action he makes is so carefully yet quickly executed, minimizing himself being exposed. If you didn't have these abilities, he may have killed you." Afan tells Yahamad. "He might have yes. Among the hundreds of warriors I have killed, he has been the only one who has survived an encounter with me. Moonfox on the other hand is slightly less skilled, but the way she could read my attacks and compliment her next moves

I've always wanted to be strong.Yuki now laid down on the ground, gasping for air and doing everything in her power to recover while in the distance, Maxus had his sword drawn with the two assassins Crosshairs and Bloodboiler both marching towards the vigilante, preparing for a showdown.If there is anyone in this world who knew who I truly was...the closest person would be you...please be okay...Yuki grit her teeth, trying to push herself off the floor only for her ribs to start creaking with sharp, swelling pain, numbing her field of vision and causing Yuki to fall back onto the ground, the only thing she could do now was watch as Maxus approached the two assassins.Maxus could feel the breeze of the night sky brushing against him, cooling himself down as he felt the weight of the Black Moon Sword in his grip, feeling his trusty weapon bringing him the confidence he needed to face the two assassins head on. "I was supposed to be somewhere else infinitely more important than you t