In the dead of night, shadows moved across the ruins of the No Mask territory. Explosions echoed through the valley as smoke curled into the sky. The invaders had arrived—two former allies turned traitors, now walking alongside the dark cult known only as Manu.
At the front of the invasion stood twelve figures—each cloaked in chaos energy. Their eyes glowed with eerie light. They were the Twelve of Manu, each a user of chaos, each bearing two abilities stolen from chaos vessels they had consumed. Together, they shared one terrifying power: Erase—a technique that could wipe out other chaos if the vessel weakened.
Their goal tonight was simple: to capture the boy known as Louwe—the erased chaos. A vessel that had survived what no other child could.
The Legend of the Manipulator
As the traitors marched with Manu, the earth trembled. They whispered about the return of something darker—the Manipulator.
A chaos older than even the nightmare within Zyroth.
The Manipulator was once a beast, a mindless monster, but when sealed long ago by four legendary warriors, it had begun evolving… changing. It nearly wiped out humanity in the ancient days, controlling entire nations through its cursed power of control—manipulating memories, thoughts, and even the will to live.
Now, centuries later, the cult of Manu aimed to revive it. Piece by piece, they had gathered its fragments. And Louwe… the boy they sought tonight… was key.
The Fall of the No Mask Hideout
With a roar, the Twelve of Manu unleashed chaos upon the hideout. Walls shattered, and the defenders fell one by one. The ground was painted in blood and smoke.
At the center, a small boy cowered—his body thin, his hair ragged. His name was Louwe. Known among whispers as the Erased Chaos, he was a vessel that had somehow survived having his chaos forcibly removed. But the trauma had left him broken, scared, and unstable.
Through the dust stepped a tall man with hollow eyes. He knelt before the boy, his voice soft but chilling.
???: "Hey, kid. As of today… I am your father, okay? My name is Ranos."
Louwe trembled. His small voice barely came out.
Louwe: "L-Louwe…"
The man smiled darkly.
Ranos (falsely): "Louwe… come with me, okay? From now on, you belong to Manu."
The Truth of Ranos
But this man was no savior.
Years ago, there was a chaos vessel named Ranos—the same Ranos who had once fought the great sage Jas and died cursing the world. When Ranos fell, someone from Manu recovered his broken corpse, stitching it back together. His body lived… but the vessel was gone, given up in death.
But the hatred remained.
Now, this fake Ranos had taken up his name, pretending to be the boy's father to manipulate him. Louwe, abandoned and full of pain, clung to the only hand offered to him—unknowingly stepping into the cult's grasp.
The boy's heart darkened. His pain twisted into something new: a desire to destroy the world that abandoned him. And in that moment, he whispered:
Louwe: "My name is… Louwe. I will make them all pay."
The Twelve of Manu smiled.
Their new chaos weapon had just been born