CHAPTER ONE –

  Long ago, in a time when seven powerful kingdoms ruled the small planet called Ozenia, only a few of these realms were known to the common people. While most kingdoms rose and fell in silence, one race was different—the Humanoids. Powerless and peaceful, they lived quietly in small villages.

  One such village was Hunt, home to around 2,000 villagers. It once sang with laughter and joy—but that peace shattered when a terrifying being descended upon them.

  KAAL_ CORRUPTED HUMANOID

  Standing 6 feet 8 inches tall, cloaked in a dark flowing garment with two skulls perched on each shoulder, KAAL was no ordinary conqueror. He had a glowing blue gaze, icy limbs, and a flame burning within his pale white chest. His powers were drawn from the INVISIBLE REALM—a place beyond mortal reach—where he gained the legendary FROZEN SWORD and the terrifying ability to trap souls.

  With his Imperial army, Kaal struck fear into the hearts of villagers. He tore through Hunt like a thunderstorm of ice and shadow.

  THE HEROIC OF ANAYA

  Among the villagers stood a brave soul—ANAYA, a father and protector.

  “I will not let you harm my people!” he cried, striking Kaal with a mighty blow that shattered his skull.

  For a moment, hope flickered.

  But Kaal regenerated instantly. With a cruel grin, he seized Anaya.

  His wife, AISHA, stepped forward. “Let him go! Take everything we have—just spare his life!”

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  Kaal stared at her, his eyes narrowing. “I want your beauty, not your gold.”

  Enraged, Anaya stabbed him—but the blade was useless. With a wave of his icy sword, Kaal pierced Anaya’s heart, killing him.

  AISHA screamed, her tears mixing with the blood-soaked earth.

  Kaal laughed. “I’ve freed him from the shackles of life.”

  Then, with a cruel whisper and a surge of electric energy, he vanished through a swirling blue portal, leaving behind ruins and grief.

  A NEW FIRE — FIFTY YEARS LATER

  Fifty years passed. Every year, Kaal returned to claim new victims. But this year was different.

  A seventeen-year-old boy named N_Anantha, filled with courage and fire, stood tall. Beside him was his sharp-witted friend, N_Annavara, and the ever-loyal, fierce Asha, a girl his age and closest companion.

  When Kaal appeared again was looting the village. He set his eyes upon Asha and ordered his soldiers to seize Asha, N_Anantha stepped forward.

  “You’ll have to fight me first!”

  He unleashed a strange laser attack, killing the soldier. Gasps echoed. For the first time in fifty years, Kaal bled.

  Infuriated, Kaal turned to ice, raised his frozen sword, and struck N_Anantha, hurling him through the air.

  Wounded, bleeding, unconscious—N_Anantha was left behind as Kaal absorbed Asha’s soul and vanished through the portal again.

  THE BOY WHO SHOULD HAVE DIED

  The villagers rushed to help. They thought he was dying—until a pulse of supernatural energy spread from his body. His wounds began to heal themselves, glowing faintly silver and blue.

  It left everyone in stunned silence.

  “Who... is this boy?” a villager whispered.

  Though weak, N_Anantha rose to his feet.

  “I’m going after her,” he said.

  “But... the portal never opens for anyone!” cried one elder. “Many have tried. All have failed.”

  Yet as N_Anantha approached, the portal pulsed. It shimmered with a life of its own—then, to everyone’s shock, it opened.

  With N_Annavara at his side, N_Anantha stepped through without hesitation.

  SCENE CHANGE — THE WATCHING LORD

  Far beyond the mortal realms, in a great celestial hall lit by eternal dusk, sat NEXUS, a mysterious and powerful lord.

  Nexus's entire body is cloaked in mist, enhancing his ethereal presence. His face is completely obscured by a deep hood, adding to the enigma of his identity. A large, draped blanket or mantle covers his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a sovereign or ancient deity. Despite the absence of visible facial features, an overwhelming aura of power radiates from him.

  The surrounding worshippers, all normal-sized humans (roughly 6 feet tall), bow low to the ground before him, looking minuscule in comparison. The mist that surrounds him blurs the line between divine and mortal, making him feel untouchable and god-like.

  Beside him, his advisor XAVIER stormed in.

  “My Lord Nexus! Why did you let that boy pass? Why him?”

  But Nexus sat silently on his throne, unmoved. It is mystery how they could see the boy.

  He said nothing.

  Only the shadows stirred.

  Let it be Xavier.