Darkness.
That was the first thing he remembered.An endless void, silent and suffocating, as if the world itself had ceased to exist.
And then—voices.
Whispers that echoed without form, distant yet close, carrying promises of power and despair.He could not see them. He could not touch them. But he could feel their weight pressing against his soul.
One voice asked, "Do you wish to survive?"Another whispered, "Will you endure?"And the last, colder than death itself, murmured—"Then prove it."
A light flickered within the abyss.
It was faint, fragile, almost ready to be extinguished. But he reached for it, desperate, clinging to it as if it were the only thing left in existence.
And when his hand touched that light—the darkness shattered.
The world returned.And so did his struggle.
This is the beginning of his story.The story of a boy who started with nothing… and chose to fight against everything.