...Zelda’s P.O.V... We moved like shadows through the charred outskirts of Lookout Landing, our eyes darting across the wreckage. The bustling camp was silent now, save for the mechanical whirring of purple-eyed Constructs patrolling the perimeter.Suddenly, the air pressure dropped. Two figures stepped out from the ruined research lab.My heart twisted. Yunobo and Riju stood side-by-side. Yunobo’s rocky armor crackled with a toxic purple fire, and Riju’s dual scimitars hissed with erratic, dark violet lightning. Their blank, glowing eyes locked onto us instantly.But before they could lunge, a towering, spectral figure materialized between them. He wore regal, ancient Zonai robes, but they were stained a deep, corrupted crimson. His long silver hair floated around him as if he were underwater, and his third eye—etched into his forehead—burned with a malicious violet glare."So, the stubborn survivors return," the sorcerer scoffed, his voice echoing like grinding stones. ...Link’s P.O.V... I immediately stepped in front of Zelda, my hand gripping the hilt of my newly forged, glowing sword. Sidon and Tulin flanked me, weapon arrays ready.The sorcerer’s gaze drifted from me to Zelda, a cold, mocking smirk crossing his sharp features. "You look so much like her, Princess. Sonia’s blood runs strong in your veins. But you rely on the legacy of a failure.""Who are you?!" Zelda demanded, her voice trembling but fierce.The sorcerer threw his head back, letting out a dark, booming laugh. "My name has been erased from your pathetic history books, but my blood is royal. I am Valakor, cousin to the great, foolish King Rauru. My cousin built a kingdom on a foundation of peace and fragility. He sealed me away because I saw the truth—that the power of the Zonai was meant to dominate this world, not share it with mortals!" ...Sidon’s P.O.V... "Rauru sacrificed everything to protect Hyrule!" I roared, thrusting my trident forward. "You are nothing but a shadow of his past!""A shadow that is about to swallow your future, fish prince," Valakor hissed, his violet eyes flaring. He stepped back, melting into the dark fog as he raised his hands. "Yunobo. Riju. Crush their hope. Tear that new blade from the hero's hands!"With a monstrous, synchronized roar, our two brainwashed friends charged straight toward us. The battle for their minds had officially begun.
