Rocot: Reborn

Ava was silent for a few seconds, and then Rocot felt the excitement and anticipation in her soul.

"He understands, he'll wait until he's ready, he'll wait until he's in control again." Ava's voice rang deep in his soul.

He opened his eyes, but everything around him was dark.

"Where is this? How did he get here?" In the darkness, he could feel his own heartbeat, a strong, rhythmic heartbeat. His heart seemed to have its own life, so powerful, as if it was the real master in the darkness.

In the darkness, his heartbeat gradually matched the pulse of the universe. It was a grand rhythm, as if every beat could feel the trajectory of the stars, and every vibration was accompanied by the expansion of the universe.

He tried to find the source of the light, but the darkness seemed endless. His body disappeared in the darkness, and only the sound of his heartbeat became louder and louder.

"What is he going to do?" In the darkness, he felt like a trapped planet, trapped at the edge of the universe. He tried to break free, but the power of darkness seemed to be laughing at his powerlessness.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heartbeat began to speed up, as if it was about to break through the constraints of his body and fly into the depths of the distant universe. He felt that it was no longer a constraint, but a kind of power, a power that belonged to him.

His body began to float, and he found that he could move to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Each beat was like the pulse of the universe, and he gradually mastered the rhythm of this dance. He began to dance in the darkness, as if he had become the musician of this endless universe.

In the darkness, waves of passionate beats resounded through the sky, carrying Roccod's will, and the future of him and Ava, resounding throughout the universe.

With the last beat, a dazzling light flashed in the darkness. Rocot opened his eyes and found himself standing in an unfamiliar room. The sun shone through the window, dyeing the floor golden.

"He's back..." He murmured to himself, feeling the changes inside his body. He could see every detail of the room, even the dust floating in the air.

A golden light danced in his palm, and he was surprised to find that he had mastered the power of the Fire of Creation!

"He's back, with a power we can't resist!" Ava crawled out of him and looked at him with a smile.

"He thinks... he's ready..." He stared at the golden flame in his palm, feeling a sense of terror and power.

"Now, he said, it's time to return to his own world." Ava's voice sounded in his mind.

There was a gleam of determination in his eyes. He wanted to reshape the future with his own will. Even if there was endless darkness ahead, he would not take a single step back.

He took a step forward, but his body was unable to move. An invisible force expanded around him, blocking his way.

He tried to struggle, but found that the force was unexpectedly strong. He felt like he was caught in a huge spider web, and the more he struggled, the tighter he was bound.

"What's going on?" His face turned pale. He never thought he would be in such a predicament.

"What should he do?" His eyes were full of anxiety. He couldn't fail at this critical moment.

"He thought he needed to find the root cause..." Ava's voice sounded in his ears, with an irresistible magic.

"The source?" he murmured, a light flashing in his mind.

"The root is him..." He suddenly understood that he was the root of all this, he was the problem.

In the past, Roccod might have been intimidated by this invisible force, but now, even when facing a desperate situation, he would only become more ruthless and cunning, and would use all means to find a possible breakthrough. Roccod's mouth curled up into a strange smile, and the plan had already taken shape in his mind.

"Is this your power?" he sneered, his voice full of contempt. "It's like child's play."

A secret voice came from the darkness, low and full of malice: "Do you really think you can break free? Roccod, don't be too confident."

His eyes were cold, but he did not respond. He knew how powerful he was facing, but he hoped that the other party would misunderstand his silence as fear.

In the darkness, Roccod realized that this power struggle was far more complicated than he had expected. This invisible force might not be just a simple force, but there might be an unimaginable network hidden behind it. To break free, the only way is to deconstruct it from the inside.

He closed his eyes deeply and began to focus on the dark power in the deepest part of his heart. Gradually, he felt a subtle resonance, which was the power flowing from his veins, silently fighting against the constraints outside his body.

"One day, I will make all those who betrayed me kneel down and beg for mercy." Rocot's voice was low, like a ghost from hell.

The darkness began to tremble, as if it sensed Rocot's inner determination and anger, but the invisible spider web remained strong and refused to loosen.

Perhaps it was because he was the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, and because of his insidiousness and cunningness, that Rocot was confident that he could find a way. Conspiracy and schemes were his rules of the game, and in this game, he intended to win thoroughly.

"Ava..." He called upon the strength within him, "I need your strength to bring down this web together."

"You should know that my power is your power," Ava responded, her tone filled with irresistible magic, "Let us begin our own dark symphony together."

A layer of light blue light appeared on the surface of Roccod's skin, faintly, like a glimmer blooming in the night. The struggle became a wandering in the undercurrent, and every heartbeat was transmitting his will to every inch of muscle and every drop of blood.

Rocot spoke slowly, each word full of strength and conviction: "No matter the wind or the rain, no matter the end of the world, I, Rocot, will return to my throne and rule over everything."

Waves of chills overflowed from behind, and Roccod's body was wrapped in a layer of cold blue light. The invisible shackles seemed to begin to loosen.

"Are you really going to free me?" A cold voice sounded in his ears, like an ice blade in the night wind, "This will allow you to open the gates of hell and release unimaginable evil."

Rocot was not afraid. He whispered, "I've seen worse. I'll do anything to break this situation."

His heart has long been filled with darkness, and all the fear, pain and betrayal of the past have turned into the flames of revenge. Now, he is only interested in the final victory.

"But do you understand that releasing that evil being could lead to destruction far worse than this?" The voice said with a biting mockery, "Don't you want to personally bring hell to those who betrayed you? Are you giving up so soon?"

Rocot gritted his teeth. He knew that if he gave up now, all his plans would be in vain. He couldn't fall here. He had to keep going, no matter what was waiting for him ahead.