There is a city.
Hidden from the world.
No map shows its location.
No road leads to it.
Ordinary people don't even know it exists.
They call it The First City.
Here, the most powerful warriors, the greatest sages, and the wisest minds in all of history dwell in seclusion — studying the secrets of life, untouched by the outside world.
No one born in this city is ordinary.
Every soul here is gifted — with power or knowledge, sometimes both.
But among them… there was one woman.
A mystery.
A riddle even the elders could not solve.
Her name — Sayra.
No one knew where Sayra came from.
An old woman from a distant village had found her, or so the rumor said.
Some claimed she fell from the sky.
Others whispered she emerged from the Black Gate — a forbidden place deep within the city.
Sayra lived quietly, avoided conflict, and cared little for power.
But everyone could feel it —
there was something buried deep inside her.
She never displayed her true strength.
But they all knew:
She did not belong to this world.
---
The greatest warrior in the history of the First City was a man named Ragan.
Hot-blooded in his youth, he traveled across the world, challenging and defeating legendary fighters.
His sword had seen a thousand battles — and had never once tasted defeat.
Even he, eventually, settled in the First City…
and never left again.
Sayra and Ragan had never spoken.
But somehow,
their fates had already entwined.
Years passed.
Nothing changed.
Until one day — everything did.
Sayra became pregnant.
This was no ordinary news.
Such unions simply didn't happen in the First City.
It was... unthinkable.
One day, Ragan wandered into the old, half-forgotten library, searching for magical tomes.
To his surprise — Sayra was there.
He had heard whispers about her…
But seeing her up close felt strange.
Powerful.
The book he needed sat beside her.
Sayra looked up and asked curiously:
> "You're Ragan, right?
Why would the strongest swordsman need magic?
I've heard stories about you.
You pierce through even enchanted barriers with your blade alone."
Ragan hesitated — unsure if he should introduce himself.
But she already knew him.
> "I don't really need magic," he admitted.
"Mostly, I use it to strengthen my sword, heal minor wounds, and move faster.
My blade's made of steel and silver, so healing spells don't work well.
Maybe you could help?
I've never seen you here before."
Sayra smiled softly.
She reached for a book and replied:
> "Steel and silver… a tough combination.
But they reduce magical conductivity.
Come — I'll show you how to make it work."
> "First, send a weak flow of mana into the blade.
Let the sword recognize your presence.
Then, when it's attuned to your color and rhythm —
release the full spell.
That's when the magic sticks."
Ragan had never thought that way.
He simply used power — brute force and technique.
But when he tried it…
he lost control of his mana.
Too much spilled out at once.
He staggered.
His vision blurred.
Sayra caught him before he collapsed.
When he opened his eyes,
his head rested on her lap.
After that…
they met often.
Every day.
---
The city's sages studied the mysterious markings in the sky.
They searched ancient scrolls.
And in one forgotten tome, they found a prophecy:
> "If unknown blood and the strongest warrior unite,
the world will not endure the being they create."
None could interpret it.
But time made it clear.
When Sayra gave birth —
the city trembled.
The sky darkened.
The air turned cold.
Every living creature fell silent.
This was not a child.
This was a force the world had no place for.
The moment the child opened his eyes,
the world felt him.
An aura unlike anything before.
It pulled on the weak, tempted the curious.
It didn't belong.
On the day of his birth,
a shift occurred —
one only the people of the First City could perceive.
The elders and warlords knew —
this child was no ordinary soul.
He never cried.
He stared at the world in silence.
Not like a baby...
but like something watching — and understanding.
Even Sayra and Ragan didn't understand their own son.
Ragan, who had crushed armies,
felt vulnerable beneath his child's gaze.
> For the first time in his life —
Ragan felt fear.
Not from power.
But from not understanding.
The sages gathered.
They tried to read the boy's future.
But their scrolls gave only one answer:
> Unknown.
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A week later, whispers of the child spread beyond the First City.
Even the most powerful, hidden figures across the world heard the news.
Some believed he should be destroyed.
Others saw him as the last hope to restore balance.
Because Ragan had many enemies —
and many allies.
Even the First City itself became divided.
Some said he should be raised and trained.
Others wanted him eliminated before it was too late.
But amidst all the fear and division,
Sayra simply smiled.
She held her child close and said:
> "No matter what,
this is my son.
If anyone dares touch him…
Ragan and I will erase them."
Ragan stepped forward.
> "She's right.
I can feel it —
his aura already pulls you toward him.
Whether you accept us or not,
try to interfere…
and I'll burn this city to the ground."
And in that moment —
the First City realized:
This child wasn't a prophecy.
He was the beginning of something greater.
Not a weapon.
Not a mistake.
But a new era.