On a desolate island, a young man with short black hair was seated on top of a mountain. A towering black panther was behind him, and it curled around him as it rested. Collins opened his eyes, stood up, and stretched.
"Ah, Bascar? Were you waiting for me to wake up?" he said as he patted the big cat on its head, and it purred in response.
"I've absorbed all the memories of Marduk. What's left now is to finally leave this place and go find his brothers. I have to leave this place soon. But before that, I have to test out how much stronger I have become. This island is full of creatures above first class." He smiled, and a sword appeared in his hand.
He gazed at the sword of Marduk. The silver blade shimmered as the sun rays hit it, and the part with serrated edges glimmered in the sunlight.
Collins couldn't help but wonder who would forge such a weapon. It had a one-sided blade, while the other side looked like a saw used to brutally slice things.