The campfire was burning low, casting long shadows around the campsite. It was late, and the summoned heroes from all different worlds were fast asleep after a day full of training and strategizing. However, Legendary Ike sat alone by the dying fire, his deep blue eyes reflecting the flickering flames.

His mind was far from the peaceful sleep his comrades enjoyed. Instead, he was thinking of the battles to come, of the future that was far from certain, and the beacon of hope that guided them all. The cool touch of his divine blade, Ragnell, rested beside him, grounding him in reality.