**In the depths of the northern mountains, the village of Hayan breathes through the mist, as if it belongs to a world forgotten by time.**
Surrounded by walls of stone and resolve, its people live by ancient laws that govern everything—from how they dress to who is deemed worthy to rule.
Rule in Hayan is not hereditary; it is seized—by force, by honor, and by lineage.
The ruler is chosen from among the finest warriors, provided they descend from a family of known ancestry.
As for those who come from obscurity... they have no place in the hall of decisions.
But Nivara... was the exception.
A girl with serene features hiding a storm within.
She lived on the fringes of the village, raised by an old woman named Tayla, who had found her as a lone child after the end of the Great War.
No one knew where she came from.
But they knew what she was *not*:
She was not from the great families.
Not an heir to noble blood.
Nor did she possess a body strong enough to compete.
And yet, she declared her dream without hesitation:
*"I will become the ruler of Hayan."*
Some laughed. Others mocked.
But what they couldn't ignore... was that she never stopped.
Nivara was part of the Eighth Squad, one of several combat units following a rigorous training system in the village.
Each squad consisted of three trainees and a mentor, undertaking missions and challenges. Those who excelled rose in rank:
First to official fighter, then to leader, and finally to candidate for rule or elite guardian.
Her squad included:
**Sayla**: A sharp-tempered, brilliant girl—her closest friend.
**Rayn**: A handsome, strong boy with great popularity among the other squads, yet he always stood by Nivara.
And their mentor was **Commander Zein**: a living legend.
Zein was no ordinary mentor... He was the former ruler of the village, who had abruptly withdrawn after the last war and chose to train this small squad.
No one could believe it.
*"How could the greatest man in the village train a girl like her?"*
*"There must be something hidden!"*
And they weren't entirely wrong...
Envy was toxic.
Many trainees spread rumors about her, whispering that Zein favored her, that she received secret training, that she didn't deserve her place.
As for Nivara, she endured in silence.
She trained despite her weak body, suppressing those sudden episodes that made her head spin and her heart race unnaturally.
She thought it was anemia, as the doctors had told her.
But deep down... there was something else.
During one training session, as the Eighth Squad practiced leaping between platforms in the training hall, Nivara was struck by a severe episode.
Everything swayed before her; she felt her body collapsing...
But she didn't fall.
At the last moment, she floated into the air as if something had gently pulled her upward, then landed smoothly on her feet.
Zein looked at her in silence, a familiar glint in his eyes.
That was the first public encounter with the **"Lynara Point."**
**Lynara's power is no ordinary energy.**
It is the heart of a hidden world, known only to a few:
The **"Second Sky,"** home to beings who resemble humans but wield supernatural abilities centered around a core in the body called the **"Lynara Point."**
Only those with mixed blood—those who have lived in that world and carried a fragment of it into ours—can awaken it.
They are few. But each one... can alter the course of war.
And now, in a village that believes only in lineage and strength, stands a forgotten girl, trembling with a power not her own—
And a heart that dreams.
---
The morning was cold, a light breeze playing with the cotton training sleeves.
In one of the rocky training grounds outside the village walls, the Eighth Squad faced a new challenge under Zein's supervision.
Leaping, dodging, and striking using physical energy.
But Nivara felt something strange beneath her skin, like a cold heat moving through her veins.
She looked at her palm and felt a faint prickling, as if something was trying to emerge.
Zein said calmly:
*"Focus your energy into the strike, then release it all at once."*
When it was Nivara's turn, she raised her hand as she had done countless times before...
But this time, a dark blue flicker shot from her palm, like the glow of midnight—faint, yet undeniably alive.
The flicker darted toward Sayla, her friend standing beside her, who couldn't evade it in time.
The light grazed her cheek like a blade of pure energy.
Sayla recoiled, pressing a hand to her bleeding cut.
Everyone fell silent.
Even Zein.
He looked at Nivara deeply, as if seeing a ghost from the past.
Nivara stared at her hand, trembling.
*"I... I didn't mean to..."*
But no one spoke.
---
That night, Nivara sat on her rooftop, gazing at Hayan's red moon—visible only once a month.
Her dreams of leadership were cracking.
Did she possess a power she couldn't control?
Could she hurt those she loved?
---
Far from there, in the heart of the ruling tower at the village center, the eight rulers—known as the **"Morkah Hayan"**—gathered.
Each oversaw an aspect of the village's protection and governance, chosen from the elite warriors.
But there had always been whispers—forbidden whispers—about the **First Morkah.**
The one unlike the rest.
The First Morkah was not just the strongest ruler Hayan had ever known—he possessed godlike powers.
It was said he alone opened a gate to the Second Sky, linking their world to another.
But his power brought ruin, spawning an entire generation of superhuman warriors.
Despite their glory, they were deemed a threat and exterminated—every last one, including the First Ruler.
Or so they claimed...
But Zein—the former ruler—knew that one had survived.
And her name... was **Nivar.**
That night, as Nevara slept, exhausted from crying, and Sayla had not yet recovered from her minor wound, the village of Hayan lay shrouded in a heavy silence, as though something was stirring in the darkness.
In an ancient hall beneath the Temple of Light, an old man in a gray robe sat before a black mirror—one that did not reflect faces, but energies.
Nevara's image appeared on its surface, moving, training, her hand glowing with a blue light the color of midnight.
The sage smiled faintly:
*"It has begun to pulse..."*
From behind him emerged a tall figure with white hair and eyes like burning embers.
*"Are you certain? Is she not just a child?"*
The sage replied, slowly closing his hand:
*"No. She is the key to Lynara... The first pulse has appeared, and the Second Sky... will not remain silent."*
The other asked:
*"Will you tell the Morqa?"*
The sage answered with deadly calm:
*"No. If we tell them now... she will be killed before she understands who she is."*
Silence fell.
**
The next day, the Great Hall did not open as usual.
It was said that one of the sages had entered *"prolonged meditation."*
But the truth?
The truth was that the blue blood... had returned.
And with its return, powers long thought dead began to awaken.
**
Somewhere else... in a sky unseen by any, a figure stood on a balcony overlooking a celestial gate.
His eyes were dark, and his voice was like a whisper in the storm:
*"I've found you, survivor..."*