Chapter - 4 Cyclebreaker: The Fire in the Mountain

In the remote village of Ra Beamn, Rex discovers two massive diamonds—one weighing 1205 grams, the other 1417 grams. With this find, a long-held dream awakens inside him. It’s time to forge the swords.

A village elder approaches, weathered and wise. “I see the sadness of a broken man… the burning desire for justice. There is a bow that’s waited for someone like you. But it will only be yours if you can speak its true name.”

The elder points toward the volcano that looms above the land.

“You must go to the cave at the summit. If you are worthy… it will let you in.”

Rex begins his ascent. Halfway up the mountain, he finds the cave—a jagged mouth in the mountainside. Without hesitation, he enters. For over 2 kilometers, he walks through darkness until he emerges into the heart of the volcano.

As if summoned by fate, rocks shift, revealing a path spiraling down into molten light. At the center, embedded in the volcanic wall, lies a bow—ancient, untouched. Rex steps forward, and as his hand reaches out, fire engulfs the shape.

The bow ignites.

He pulls it free—Draco, a bow forged from ash yew and buloke, its string a blend of Dacron and sinew. A weapon of immense flexibility and power, growing stronger the harder it is drawn.

But before Rex can take it all in, he hears the molten earth stir again. A second bow reveals itself—its reverse. Sleek. Fast. Built not for power, but for speed. Cyclebreaker. A bow capable of firing arrows faster than the blink of an eye.

Rex understands—Cyclebreaker is not for him alone.

Descending the mountain, he returns to the village. The elder waits.

“I see now—you are trapped here,” Rex says.

The elder bows. “I protect this land. But the embers of war grow hotter. Soon… it will burn again.”

Rex exhales. “No matter where I turn, war follows.”

He hands Cyclebreaker to the man. “Take this. With it, we will cleanse the world. I name this bow Cyclebreaker—a weapon to end bloodlines of tyranny.”

The elder nods. “Then call me Cyrus Ra. And I will follow you.”

“There is a swordsmith in Japan,” Rex continues. “He will forge me a katana strong enough to bring down every corrupt government on Earth. But first… we cleanse this village.”

The Battle at Nightfall

As the sun falls, Rex sets his plan. He will eliminate the army. Cyrus will take the commander.

Night deepens. Shadows stretch long.

Rex loads Draco. With precision, he fires six arrows—six kills.

He sprints silently through the forest path. Three groups of soldiers advance toward the village. Without hesitation, Rex takes out the first three. Before the others can react, he leaps from the trees and lands in their midst—Archangel Michael in one hand, Cerberus in the other.

Six shots.

Smoke.

Silence.

“I send you onward to the halls beyond,” Rex says solemnly. “Now, with your souls to the silence. No light shall guide your path—but may the fire of the halls cleanse your spirit.”

Inside the enemy camp, Rex takes out the gate guards with two silent arrows to the throat.

He sees Cyrus entering the commander’s headquarters.

Twenty-four soldiers remain. Ten lookouts.

In a blink, Rex fires five arrows—then leaps from a rooftop, landing mid-flight, firing five more.

The lookouts fall before they ever see him.

Alarms rise. Enemies flood from all directions.

Rex holsters his bow.

Draws his guns—one last time.

He sprints into the open, firing in every direction—anticipating movements, killing before footsteps even touch earth. Precision. Rage. Purpose.

When the gunfire ceases, the campfire flickers alone.

Every soldier lies dead.

Cyrus emerges from the commander’s quarters, blood on his hands. “We must go now… if we want that sword.”