Ravihiro stood at the edge of the massive crater, the glow from the object illuminating his expressionless face. But as he stepped closer, his calm exterior cracked. The object was not just an orb or some mysterious relic—it was a sleek, metallic structure.
A spaceship.
"What... is this?" Ravihiro whispered to himself. The concept of spaceships didn't belong to this world, a realm steeped in ancient traditions and cultivation. Yet, here it was—proof of something far beyond his understanding.
The sleek body of the spaceship was battered and scorched, its surface etched with claw marks as if it had been attacked during its descent. The air around it buzzed with strange energy, mixing with the natural spiritual energy of the forest in a volatile cocktail.
"This shouldn't exist here," Ravihiro muttered, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.
The Unthinkable
As Ravihiro approached the spaceship cautiously, a faint, desperate voice reached his ears.
"Help... please... anyone..."
The voice was weak but distinct, filled with a terror that sent shivers down Ravihiro's spine. He scanned the area but saw no one. The voice was coming from within the spaceship.
Something else caught his eye. Painted on a broken piece of the spaceship's hull, flapping loosely in the wind, was a flag.
Not just any flag.
The tricolor flag.
His flag.
Ravihiro froze. His grip on his sword loosened as his thoughts raced. "How... How is this possible? How could this be here?"
A wave of unease washed over him. The flag, a symbol of his homeland from a life he had long left behind, stood starkly out of place in this ancient world.
The Voice of Desperation
The voice called out again, louder this time. "Help me! Someone, please!"
The urgency in the voice snapped Ravihiro out of his stupor. He leapt down into the crater, his boots crunching against the scorched earth. Every step brought him closer to the strange vessel and the truth it held.
The spaceship's hull was fractured, emitting sparks and hissing noises. The area was unnaturally hot, and the closer he got, the more he felt his body resisting the oppressive energy radiating from it.
Inside the wreckage, Ravihiro could see movement. A man, barely conscious, was trapped beneath a collapsed panel.
Ravihiro's heart pounded in his chest as he drew closer. The man's attire wasn't of this world; it was distinctly modern, a painful reminder of where Ravihiro had come from.
The Rescue
With one swift motion, Ravihiro unsheathed his sword and slashed through the debris pinning the man down. The man gasped, his face pale and bloodied, as Ravihiro hoisted him out of the wreckage and carried him to safer ground.
As Ravihiro laid him down, the man coughed violently, his eyes fluttering open for a brief moment.
"You... saved me..." the man managed to whisper before falling unconscious.
Ravihiro stared at him, his mind racing with questions. Who was this man? How did he end up here? And why was the flag of Ravihiro's homeland on the ship?