The vast expanse of the white desert stretched endlessly beneath the pale, cold sky. The eerie silence of the barren land was broken only by the whisper of a cold breeze, carrying with it the distant cries of battle-hardened soldiers preparing for a confrontation that could reshape the world. In the heart of this desolate landscape, an ancient, enchanted forest stood defiantly against the unforgiving terrain, its dense canopy of mystical trees sheltering a single, unassuming cabin.

The armies had gathered—an unprecedented alliance of the world's mightiest forces, all converging with a singular purpose. Their banners fluttered in the wind, each bearing symbols of power, dominance, and unyielding resolve. The warriors, armored and armed with weapons that had tasted the blood of countless battles, now stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes locked on the cabin that held their quarry.

As the tension thickened, a lone figure emerged from the shadow of the cabin. His steps were measured, his demeanor calm, as if the weight of the thousands of eyes watching him bore no significance. The man, known only as Yohan, moved with an almost ethereal grace, his sword hanging casually at his waist, his hands clasped behind his back. His face was a mask of serenity, betraying none of the turmoil that swirled around him.

A booming voice shattered the silence, echoing across the battlefield. "DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK OUT OF THIS, YOHAN!?!?" The words dripped with venom, the speaker's fury palpable as he pointed a trembling finger toward the solitary figure. 

Yohan halted, his gaze slowly rising to meet the speaker's eyes. Another voice joined in, laced with a desperate edge. "YOU ARE STRIPPED OF YOUR MARK AND SURROUNDED BY THE STRONGEST ARMIES OF THE WORLD... DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE THIS!?"

A third voice, filled with malice and certainty, roared, "YOU WILL DIE HERE, YOHAN... FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD!"

Yohan stood still, the air around him growing heavier with each passing second. His silence spoke louder than any words, a stark contrast to the fury that emanated from his adversaries. After what felt like an eternity, he sighed, a weary sound that seemed to carry the weight of countless battles fought and lives lost.

"I have neither the time nor space to bury all of you," Yohan finally spoke, his voice calm yet tinged with an underlying menace. His expression shifted, his once placid face now twisted into a fierce, bloodthirsty glare that sent a shiver through even the most hardened warriors. "I don't need the Mark to drag you all to hell."

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With deliberate slowness, Yohan drew his sword and drove it into the ground. The act was simple, yet it sent a shockwave of dread through the assembled armies. "Neither do I need this sword," he added, his voice as cold as the winds that swept the desert.

The generals and their armies were paralyzed, sweat trickling down their brows as they struggled to maintain their composure. The oppressive silence was broken once more by the leader of the generals, his voice steady but laced with grim resolve. "Yohan... we are here to make sure you won't exit this place alive. Our lives don't matter in the process... no matter what, we shall not let you help him escape."

Yohan's gaze softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry, General Huyan... but Hell will need to wait for both our souls."

Before the general could react, the ground beneath Yohan rippled and cracked. A figure emerged from the earth—a man with a calm, unbothered expression. He placed a hand on Yohan's shoulder, and in an instant, the two began to sink into the ground. Panic spread through the ranks of the soldiers, one of them, a lieutenant, rushing forward in a futile attempt to stop them.

"Sir?!" the lieutenant called out, desperation in his voice.

General Huyan raised a hand, halting his subordinate. "We can't do anything now..."

As Yohan and the mysterious man disappeared into the earth, Yohan turned and waved cheerfully at the soldiers, a playful smile on his lips. "Bye... bye," he called out, his tone almost mocking.

The world shifted, and in the blink of an eye, Yohan and the man reappeared in a distant mountain range, far from the armies that sought his life. The cool mountain air was a sharp contrast to the suffocating tension they had just escaped.

"Couldn't you come faster, Jin?" Yohan asked, his annoyance clear as he glanced at his companion.

Jin shrugged, his tone as uncaring as ever. "You looked like you had it under control."

Yohan’s irritation grew as he narrowed his eyes at Jin. "So, I was right... you came late on purpose."

Jin's expression remained unchanged, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Wouldn’t miss the chance to watch you sweat a little."

As the cool mountain air settled around them, Yohan's irritation began to ease into a weary calm. He let out a deep sigh, glancing at Jin with a mix of exasperation and begrudging fondness. "I swear, you’re going to be the end of me, Jin."

Jin's usual playful demeanor shifted to a rare seriousness. "Is it done?" Yohan asked, his voice steady, though laced with anticipation.

Jin nodded, his expression firm as he replied, "Yes, it’s ready. But first, we need to get your Mark back."

Yohan's eyes narrowed, memories flickering through his mind. "I assume you’ve already prepared the ceremony?"

"Of course," Jin answered smoothly, with a hint of urgency. "We don’t want to waste any time, do we? Shall we go then?"

Without hesitation, Yohan placed a hand on Jin’s shoulder, his grip firm. His face hardened, his eyes filled with a deep, intense resolve. "Let’s go... I can't wait to feel that man's blood on my sword."

There was a sharpness in Yohan's voice, as if he spoke of a long-held grudge. The determination in his gaze was unmistakable, a stark contrast to the composed warrior who had just faced the world’s greatest armies.

Jin nodded subtly, raising his free hand as a dark sphere of energy began to form around them. It pulsed with an otherworldly power, expanding until it enveloped them both completely. In an instant, the sphere contracted and vanished, leaving the mountain peak empty and silent once more.