On a barren mountain, where no trees marked the lifeless slope, only jagged boulders the size of houses littered the rocky face like shattered monuments.
In this harsh and desolate terrain, where the air was sharp and cold, a child no older than six was training… no, playing.
The massive boulders, seemingly as fragile as glass ornaments, crumbled under his small fists — breaking apart into rubble and scattered stones.
With a faint red aura swirling around him, the child Noel — was practicing his Destruction Law.
Beyond the barren mountain, greenery stretched from three sides, surrounding the rocky peaks like a distant border. And Noel's gaze would often drift across the wide chasm to the other side of the mountain, where the world seemed entirely different.
There, a quiet expanse of green lay untouched. Soft grass swayed beneath warm sunlight, and the air looked bright and calm — the contrast to where he stood was stark and surreal.
