The skies tore open.
A blinding ripple of energy surged across the heavens, as if the world itself had been wounded. Mountains trembled. Oceans screamed. The balance between Yin and Yang had been shattered — not by nature… but by man.
The Shirogami Clan, legends among legends, were falling.
They were the only beings in existence gifted with both Yin and Yang energy, a power so overwhelming that even the gods feared them. With snow-white hair and crimson eyes that gleamed like blood under moonlight, the Shirogami were more than warriors — they were divine anomalies.
But in the end, even divinity could bleed.
On that night, when fate conspired to erase them from existence, the Shirogami did not fight back. No desperate pleas. No last stands. Only silence — and sorrow.
Their leader, standing amidst the carnage, held a newborn in his arms — his son, still warm from birth, still unaware of the world's cruelty. The mother knelt beside him, battered but resolute. They were surrounded. The other clans were closing in.
> "I will not destroy," the father murmured, eyes on the stars.
"The Creator gave us this power to protect His creation… not to ravage it. If this is the price of peace… so be it."
The mother kissed the child's forehead, tears soaking his pale skin.
> "Let our bloodline end… but not our hope."
A portal bloomed open — a forbidden technique, fueled by the last of their divine power. Time itself bent and twisted, screaming in protest.
The mother placed the baby into a black-and-gold basket — one lined with ancient seals, designed to mute the child's energy, cloak his hair, and hide his very soul from detection. A single name glowed on the cloth inside:
Ethan.
As the light engulfed him, the child's crimson eyes flickered. He did not cry. He did not scream.
He simply vanished — hurled millions of years into the future, away from war, from hatred…
…from truth.
And in that moment, the Shirogami Clan was no more.