The Ultimate Hunter: The First Nexarri

Rebirth

Darkness. There was nothing else.

No sound. No feeling. No sense of time.

Kelvin did not know how long he had been there.

He could not move. He could not breathe. He could not even feel his own body.

At first, there was nothing.

Then something returned. A thought.

…what happened?

Silence answered him.

Then came the fragments.

A flash.His father standing in front of him.

Another.

Steel clashing against claws.

Then... Blood.

His father falling.

Kelvin felt something stir inside him.

Another image forced its way through.

His mother.

Her body collapsing.

And then... That face.

Pale. Perfect. Smiling.

Red eyes staring straight at him.

Kelvin’s thoughts trembled.

I… died.

The realization settled slowly, heavily.

But something was wrong. The darkness around him shifted.

It was no longer empty. At first, it was faint.

Then it grew.

A presence. Far above him, or perhaps everywhere at once, something burned.

Yellow. Not soft. Not warm.

It burned like a distant star, vast and endless, impossible to fully see. Kelvin could not understand it. But he could feel it.

It was watching. Or perhaps it was waiting.

Then it moved. The light expanded.

Everything pulled toward him at once.

Kelvin felt something return.

Weight. Cold. Pain. His body.

He gasped. Air rushed into his lungs as his eyes snapped open.

Morning light struck his vision. For a moment, everything blurred. Then sound hit him. Too much. Voices. Wind. Distant crackling. Movement.

All at once. Kelvin flinched, clutching his head as a sharp pain spread through it.

It was too loud. Too clear.

Every small sound pressed into his mind at the same time.

He gritted his teeth, trying to focus, trying to separate them.

Slowly, the noise settled. Not gone.

Just… manageable.

His breathing steadied. Kelvin looked down.

His body. It was his. But not the same.

His frame was more defined, his muscles tighter, more complete. His chest was broader, his arms stronger. His skin looked smoother, cleaner.

The small scars he remembered from childhood were gone. Gone completely.

A faint glow caught his attention. Yellow.

For a brief moment, he saw something moving beneath his skin. Light. Flowing.

Then it faded. Kelvin stared at his hands.

There was no wound. No mark.

He pushed himself up slowly. The ground beneath him was damp. Cold. As he moved forward, his foot stepped into a thin layer of water spread across the ground.

He paused. Something felt off.

Kelvin looked down. His reflection stared back at him.

His eyes widened slightly. His eyes, They glowed.

Violet light flickered within them for a brief moment before dimming. But it did not fully disappear.

A faint tint remained. Then he saw it.

His hair, It was no longer black.

It had turned silver. Kelvin stared at his reflection, silent.

For a moment, he did not recognize himself.

Then his gaze dropped.

His chest. The memory hit him instantly.

The vampire’s hand. Piercing through him.

Kelvin’s hand moved to his chest.

Nothing. No wound. No scar.

But he knew. He had died.

The truth settled heavily inside him.

Kelvin lifted his head. The village.

Ashvale was gone. Burned.

What remained was blackened wood, broken structures, and scattered remains. Smoke still lingered faintly in the air, rising from what was left. There were bodies.

Everywhere.

Kelvin’s breathing slowed. Then he saw them. His feet moved before he thought.

Step by step. Until he reached them.

Sagax lay where he had fallen. Nyx beside him. Just as he remembered. Kelvin stopped. For a moment, nothing came.

No sound. No movement.

Then his knees gave slightly as he dropped beside them.

His hand trembled as he reached out.

Cold.

They were cold. His vision blurred again.

“…”

No words came out. His chest tightened, something heavy building inside him.

His hands clenched. The images returned.

The werewolf. The vampire. That face.

Something inside him shifted. The grief did not fade. It deepened. And beneath it, something else began to grow.

Anger. Slow. Burning. Steady.

Kelvin stayed there for a long time. No one came. No one was left. Eventually, he moved.

He carried them. One at a time.

Not far from what remained of their home, near a small stable that had partially survived the fire.

The ground was hard. But he dug. Slowly.

Silently.

Each movement heavy, deliberate.

Time passed.

He did not stop. When it was done, he laid them to rest. Side by side.

Kelvin stood there, looking down at them.

The wind moved softly around him.

The village was silent. Empty.

His hands tightened at his sides.

His eyes lowered slightly. Then lifted again.

That face. Burned into his memory.

Clear. Unforgettable.

Kelvin’s expression hardened. He turned away from the graves, his gaze settling on what remained of Ashvale. Everything had changed. And it would never go back.

He took a few steps, the ground uneven beneath his feet, the silence of the ruined village pressing in around him.

Then he stopped. Something held him there. Slowly, he turned back.

His eyes settled on the two mounds of earth.

For a moment, he said nothing.

The wind moved faintly across the open space, brushing past him, carrying the last traces of ash through the air. Kelvin’s hands tightened at his sides.

The weight in his chest had not lessened.

If anything, it had settled deeper.

He drew in a slow breath.

“I’ll avenge you,” he said quietly.

The words were not loud. But they were firm. Certain.

As they left him, something shifted. A faint glow returned to his eyes.

Violet. It flickered once, then steadied for a brief moment.

The air around him grew still. Then a low rumble rolled across the sky.

Thunder. Sharp. Sudden. Gone just as quickly as it came.

Kelvin did not move.

His gaze remained fixed on the graves for a moment longer.

Then the light in his eyes faded, leaving only that faint violet tint behind. He turned again.

This time, he did not stop. And he did not look back.