Kalyug:The last legacy

The training had been nothing short of hell, yet Kalyan thrived within it. The grueling days and sleepless nights were an endless cycle of pain and punishment, but he welcomed it. With each bruise, each wound, each drop of sweat, he drew closer to his singular goal. Revenge.

His body became a machine, sculpted by the merciless hours spent in the training halls, a weapon forged in the darkest of fires. He could fight, kill, survive—better than anyone else. He wasn't just a soldier anymore. He was the embodiment of destruction, the shadow that haunted every battlefield. He had become it—the monster of the paracommando. The one-man army. Solo.

Years passed in a blur of blood and smoke, but Kalyan's obsession never wavered. The weight of his father's death—his death at the hands of the enemy soldier—consumed him. He hunted. He killed. He leveled cities. He did it all in the name of vengeance, each death pushing him further away from the boy he had once been, the boy who had believed in something better.

Then came the day he found the soldier—the man who had taken his father from him.

The man was older now, his hair graying, his face marked with the regret of time. He had a family—a wife, a daughter. They were the same as Kalyan's own family had been, once. Kalyan stood over the soldier, his weapon in hand, the gun aimed straight at his chest. He had finally tracked him down. He had finally caught the monster who had shattered his life. He should've felt satisfaction. He should've felt justice.

But he didn't.

His hand trembled as he lifted the gun. He could end it all. One shot. But as his eyes flicked over the soldier's daughter, standing there frozen, her wide eyes filled with terror, he saw it. He saw the reflection of the boy he had once been—the boy who had lost everything, who had been swallowed by the world's cruelty. The boy who had become a monster.

This is what I've become, Kalyan realized. He wasn't a hero. He wasn't a man seeking justice. He was no better than the soldiers who had destroyed everything he loved. His hands were stained with blood, but so were theirs.

In that moment, Kalyan did the unthinkable. He lowered his gun. He spared the soldier.

It wasn't mercy. It wasn't forgiveness. It wasn't a choice. It was... something else. Something Kalyan couldn't quite name, couldn't quite understand. But it didn't matter. The decision had been made. And as he turned his back, he couldn't help but wonder—had he just made a mistake?

The war continued. It always did.

Kalyan decided to focus on his current battle as he needed to hurry as fast as possible

As Kalyan cleared the enemy defenses and watched yet another city crumble into ruin, his thoughts returned to that moment. What did it mean? What had he really gained by sparing that man? The soldier was still alive, his family still safe, his own pain still raw. Kalyan had nothing. He had killed, yes. But did killing really bring him peace? Had it ever?

The war had taken everything from him. His father. His humanity. His purpose. But the more he fought, the more he realized that he was no closer to finding peace.

The monster he had become was just a reflection of the world around him—a world that had bred violence and hatred, a world where only the strong survived, and everyone else was collateral damage. And Kalyan, despite everything, was just one more casualty in the chaos. His revenge had brought him no relief, no satisfaction. It had only made him more hollow.

Yet, as he marched forward, his heart weighed down by the emptiness inside, Kalyan couldn't deny the truth that gnawed at him. There was still something—something deep within him that refused to die. A small flicker of a memory, the faintest whisper of a boy who had once believed in light, who had once smiled and laughed.

Kalyan stood on the battlefield, his hands drenched in the blood of countless lives, and wondered if that boy would ever return. But then, a dark thought crossed his mind. Did it even matter?

The world had never been kind to him. The world had never promised him peace. In the end, what was the point of it all? What would he gain from it? Nothing. He had already taken his revenge, and it hadn't brought him the peace he had so desperately sought. There was nothing left.

Yet, despite it all, Kalyan still kept moving. For the people around me. To make them happy. That's all I can do.

His thoughts were empty, hollow. He didn't care for his own happiness, didn't care for his own peace. He had nothing to hold on to except the need to keep going—to keep fighting for others, for the sake of others. His friends, his comrades, even his Commandor L—he couldn't disappoint them. They were the only family he had left.

He remembered that he found a girlfriend on an expected day. It wasn't out of love, but out of duty.. . She asked him to marry her, and he said yes—not because he wanted to, but because it made her happy. He had become a slave to everyone else's desires, giving away his own identity in the process. His life was no longer his own. He lived for the happiness of others, because that was the only thing that made sense anymore.

But even then, there was no escape. He had no choice.

Because in the end, he was still the monster—the one who had lost everything, the one who would never be whole again....