One rainy night, when Abraão was 17 years old, he slept exhausted after a day's work. The moons dimly illuminated the cabin, the wind howling like the whispers of ghosts. Elias snored on the mattress beside him, and Grandma Elara mumbled ancient prayers for the moons not to crack.
Suddenly, the door shattered into pieces. A tall man burst in: Sasuke Watanabe, a renegade shadow hunter, banished from neighboring villages for illegally hunting lunar artifacts. He was level ~50,000, with a black cloak torn like raven wings, red eyes gleaming like blood moons, and a cursed sword called the Eclipse Devourer—a curved blade that sucked light and life. His hoarse voice echoed: "Where is the lunar fragment? Your family has hidden it for generations! It will give me the power to crack these pathetic moons and reborn Elyria in chaos!"
Abraham woke up in a panic. Sasuke had already attacked: with a swift blow, he slashed Grandma Elara across the chest—she fell without a sound, her eyes glazed over at the moons through the broken window. Elias screamed: "No! Grandma!" Sasuke laughed, a distorted sound like a cave echo: "Children... always noisy." He crushed Elias's neck with a dark hand, the boy struggling weakly before becoming motionless.
Abraham yelled in rage and pain, picking up the old sword from the floor. "You... monster! Why?!" He attacked, but he was weak—level 65 against 50,000. Sasuke easily dodged, kicking Abraham against the wall. "Weak... like your parents. Rumor has it that the fragment is with you. Hand it over, or die." Abraham tried to stand, tears mixed with blood. Sasuke stepped on his chest, then squeezed his neck: "Goodbye, brat." The world darkened, the moons blurred in the sky.