"Long ago, before memory faded and silence swallowed the stars… the world burned."
An old man's voice creaked like the dying wind. Around him, a group of curious children sat in a broken village, gathered close to a crackling fire.
"They say… there were once thirteen powerful beings. Twelve of them ruled. The thirteenth? Lost… or erased."
He looked up at the dark sky, where no stars shone anymore.
"A great war broke out… not of mortals, but of gods. And after that, nothing was ever the same."
"Did the gods die?" one child whispered.
The old man didn't answer. He just stared into the fire, his eyes hollow.
"The world changed. And so did we."
The flames popped, and the wind howled beyond the ruins.
Meanwhile, in a far-off city—
A loud alarm buzzed.
"Ugh… five more minutes," groaned a boy under a blanket.
Kana. Seventeen. Below average in almost everything. Even in a world where most people had powers, he barely scraped by.
No ambition. No glory. No motivation.
He got up, looked at himself in the mirror, and sighed.
"Another boring day."
But somewhere, beyond what anyone could see—Something ancient was watching.Waiting.