In the heart of the city of Velor, beneath the glow of neon signs and the hum of machinery, a young man named Caleb stood in the alley, his breath visible in the crisp air. The silence was broken only by the distant sound of a train passing by. He adjusted the hood of his cloak, feeling the weight of something stirring inside him. A power he couldn't understand… yet it felt like it had always been there.
His heart raced as he heard footsteps approaching, sharp and purposeful. Turning, he found himself face-to-face with an enigmatic figure. Cloaked in darkness, his presence seemed to distort the very light around him.
"Caleb," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "It's time."