Zawish: The Unseen
Chapter 2: The Rise of Zar
The world trembled once again — but this time, it wasn't from within.
Dark warriors, creatures unknown even to the Dark Dimension, descended from the heavens. They weren't ordinary monsters. They followed Zar, a villain so powerful that even ancient prophecies feared to name him.
Clad in armor forged from a magical material lost to all realms, and wielding a sword that could slice existence itself, Zar's arrival was a storm Earth was never prepared for.
His mission was simple:
Find the Dar Matel.
A mythical element created millions of years ago deep inside Earth's core — a material so powerful that entire worlds could crumble with its misuse.
Zar's demand echoed through every news channel and social media platform:
"Bring me the Dar Matel… or watch your world BURN."
Governments tried to resist.
America deployed its finest forces, declaring full war against Zar.
But guns, tanks, missiles — nothing mattered.
Zar's army, armed with technology centuries ahead of humanity, crushed every defense effortlessly.
Cities burned.
People cried in terror.
The world whispered one name with trembling lips:
"Zawish… where are you?"
Far away, hidden in the depths of an ancient cave, Zawish sat alone — in deep mental preparation, disconnected from the chaos. His soul focused. His mind silent.
Until —
the faint, desperate cry of a child pierced the silence.
His eyes snapped open.
No hesitation. No second thought.
Zawish shot forward like a thunderbolt.
Landing in the middle of Zar's army, he unleashed devastation:
One thousand dark warriors fell in seconds.
The ground shook.
The skies roared.
Hope, for the first time, flickered back into the hearts of men.
Zar stepped forward, amused. His voice thundered across the battlefield:
"Ohhhh… so you are the Chosen One. How disappointing."
He raised his massive blade and pointed at Zawish.
"Kneel before me, boy… or watch me slaughter a thousand innocents with a single blow."
The world held its breath.
Zawish — knowing the stakes — slowly fell to his knees.
Zar laughed, a sound that made the skies weep.
Dragging Zawish into his colossal spaceship, he mocked:
"Look at you… Earth's pathetic champion. Kneeling like a dog."
Inside the ship, Zar interrogated him.
Zawish didn't understand.
Chosen One?
Gods?
Dar Matel?
He knew nothing.
Only that he had to protect Earth.
Suddenly, realizing Zar's real plan — to use the Dar Matel and destroy entire universes — Zawish acted.
Using speed faster than sight, he escaped Zar's grasp and shot through the hull of the ship, falling like a meteor back toward Earth.
Landing in the heart of a secret U.S. base, Zawish commanded the generals:
"Launch everything. Every atomic bomb. NOW!"
With no time to doubt, humanity obeyed.
The sky lit up like the apocalypse.
Zar's army was reduced to dust, disintegrating into nothingness.
But from the ashes…
Zar walked out. Alive. Smiling.
"What did I tell you?" Zar sneered.
"You can't defeat death itself."
Before Zawish could react, Zar blitzed him with an unimaginable force.
Punch after punch rained down.
Zawish, the world's last hope, was beaten across mountains, rivers, and cities — left broken, bleeding, on the verge of death.
Finally, Zar charged up a final blow —
a punch capable of collapsing mountains —
and hurled it at Zawish.
But fate had different plans.
Zawish's broken body plunged into a hidden lake — a lake secretly laced with the energy of the Dar Matel.
The waters boiled.
The ground shook.
And from the lake…
A New Zawish Emerged.
His body radiated pure energy.
Strength surged through him a hundredfold.
He wore the ancient Glove of Dar — his true power, unlocked at last.
With a voice deep enough to rattle the heavens, he called out:
"ZAAAAAR!!"
Zar laughed, mocking him:
"Still standing? You really don't know when to die, do you?"
Charging forward, Zar threw a monstrous punch.
But this time —
Zawish caught it.
Effortlessly.
"Your magic tricks are over, clown."
"Time to go back to hell — permanently."
In one motion, Zawish countered —
a devastating punch straight into Zar's chest.
The magical armor shattered like glass.
The blow pierced clean through.
Zar's heart, still beating, rested in Zawish's hand.
Zar gasped.
One final breath.
And then —
nothing.
Silence.
Earth was saved.
Without a word, Zawish disappeared once again into the shadows, leaving the world confused, grateful, and wondering:
Why did Zar call him the Chosen One?
The real story…
was just beginning.
[END OF CHAPTER 2]