THE DARK SAVAGE IN UNITED STATE

Conan the Barbarian had long understood that beings from other realms might not fully grasp the way his world functioned, so he offered guidance. However, his gruff, no-nonsense manner made his words come across as blunt, even rude. Despite his rugged demeanor, Conan's integrity was a cornerstone of his reputation. Yet, as the final battles of his world played out, his circle of companions dwindled. Only the enigmatic Silver Surfer remained a true ally, while the others had been lost to the relentless storms of war, leaving Conan with nothing but memories.

Storm, the Supreme Mage, followed Conan's instructions, channeling her spirit into the glowing crimson gem. What she encountered within was unlike anything she had witnessed in her long life. Visions unfolded—specters of power and chaos.

She saw the Skeleton King rise from his throne, wielding a scepter that radiated death's icy grip, embodying the madness of a corrupted monarch. She beheld Darkseid, cloaked in an illusion of frail humanity, transform into his true, monstrous form: the Demon Lord of Hell. The vision shifted to Darkseid dragging his palace into the abyssal domain, battling colossal demons amidst poisonous mists.

Further images revealed the wizarding society of Magtan, where humanity's minds were fractured, and Azmodan's infinite legions waged war. The Archangel of Courage faltered, bloodied by the overwhelming might of the Great Demon God, while Shao Kahn shattered the crystalline dome of High Heaven with earth-shattering force.

Then came Conan. She saw him under the Angel of Death's shadow, wielding his whirlwind strike—a ferocious, all-consuming attack. The memories showcased his evolution: a protector of humanity, a bastion of justice and raw power, and an unyielding avatar of fury.

The visions left Storm both awed and shaken. The brutality, the carnage, the relentless battles—all painted a picture of a man forged by endless conflict. Yet, through it all, Conan's strength and resolve shone brighter than any weapon.

"I must admit," Storm murmured to herself, "those battles were terrifying. The sheer bloodshed was overwhelming, yet undeniably real." She had no doubt about the authenticity of what she saw; she had felt the echoes of Conan's rage and resolve in those memories. The barbarian's strength had grown to unfathomable heights, and it was clear he was no threat to this world.

Storm steadied herself, bowing slightly to Conan. "Respected Barbarian King, Mr. Conan, is there any way I can assist you?"

Conan raised an eyebrow, his surprise evident. He had not expected such quick trust from a stranger. "You trust me so easily? Your straightforwardness is… refreshing."

Storm met his gaze with calm conviction. "A warrior of your strength has no need for deception. Your power speaks for itself, and I see no reason to doubt your intentions." Her words, though complimentary, were sincere. Conan's authenticity was undeniable, a rare trait in her long experience.

For Conan, Storm's openness stood out starkly against the treachery he often encountered in his own world. He nodded, a hint of respect glimmering in his rugged features.

"Then, what are your plans now?" Storm asked, her tone gentle but curious.

Conan hesitated. After leaving the world of Diablo, he had lost his battlefield, his purpose. The Holy Mountain of Harrogath was all that remained—a solitary peak blanketed in eternal snow. Without comrades, without friends, he found solace only in the fiery burn of spirits, his one comfort in this desolate existence.

"Maybe I'll explore this world," Conan finally replied. As he spoke, he bit his tongue and downed the remainder of his spirit-flavored potion, the fiery liquid searing his throat.

His voice softened, tinged with melancholy. "This place… I wonder, is it truly my home?"

Storm watched as the mighty barbarian fell into a quiet, reflective silence. She saw not just a warrior, but a man searching for belonging, for meaning beyond the blood-soaked battles that had defined his life. Her respect for him deepened, as did her resolve to help him find his way in this unfamiliar world.