Far from the peace of Xandria…
Beyond the skies and stars…
Where forgotten monsters sleep and silence holds dominion…
A crack echoed.
It was faint — invisible to mortals — yet it shook eternity.
In the Womb of Iron Chains
Beneath a dying world, bound in a pit of black iron, a creature twitched.
Chains groaned.
Eyes opened — one, then three — glowing with crimson hunger.
"It cracked..." hissed the beast, its voice like oil in the ears. "The seal bleeds. The prophecy... is real."
For seventy thousand years, he had slept — one of the beings too powerful to destroy, sealed inside the hidden universe during the final war.
Now, he was awake.
In the Drowned Vaults of Black Glass
At the edge of the hidden universe, beneath a silent ocean, another entity stirred.
It had no face. No name. Only whispers.
"The white-haired child is born…"
The water boiled in silence. Dreamers across the realm would begin to see it in their nightmares — a voice without body, speaking from behind mirrors.
"The fracture begins."
In the Dead Sky Range
A giant of obsidian stood unmoving in the highest mountains of the sealed world — until now.
His limbs were made of sword-metal, his eyes of shattered constellations.
With a low grinding voice, he rumbled:
"So... one has returned. The Child of Fracture."
"Then war is not done."
Beyond the Veil
And far above them all — beyond the sealed universe, beyond the Rulers and Monarchs, beyond even time — something smiled.
It had no name, only presence. Older than form. Older than war.
"It begins," it whispered.
"Let them remember what they buried."
Scene Shift: The Council of the Seal
The Seven Rulers and Thirteen Monarchs, once enemies sworn to unending war, now gathered again — not for conquest, but out of pure dread.
In a void-lit chamber between realities, they stood in formation.
The Seven Rulers were cloaked in law and flame, logic and precision — architects of existence, masters of structure and celestial order.
The Thirteen Monarchs stood across from them, wrapped in chaos, instinct, and power — born of rebellion, dominance, and raw force.
At the center of the chamber, the Seal floated — a living lock of light and rune, carved with the laws of containment.
Now it bore a single, glowing crack.
"Something stirred inside," said Raxorion (Ruler), his body burning like a living sun. "Something we buried too deep for even memory."
"Not just any presence," said Cyrthien (Monarch), Monarchess of Living Glass. "Those we sealed… they felt him."
"They still exist?" asked Irrisal (Ruler), the youngest among the Seven.
"You were not yet shaped when we locked them away," said Obraen (Monarch), his voice deep as oceans. "But yes. We could not destroy them. Only seal them."
"Then the child is real," muttered one of the Monarchs.
"Carsious," said Raxorion (Ruler).
"He cracked the Seal simply by being born," said Cyrthien (Monarch). "It has begun."
Silence followed.
"We send a Watcher," said Obraen (Monarch). "One who can enter the sealed universe unnoticed."
"And if the child awakens the rest?"
"Then the Seal will fall."
"And if the Seal falls…" Raxorion whispered.
"Then war returns to the multiverse."
The Seal pulsed once — almost like a heartbeat.
And all twenty of them — the Seven Rulers and the Thirteen Monarchs — stood frozen in silence.
Far below, in the kingdom of Xandria, baby Carsious slept in peace.
But above him, the heavens were watching.