It was a cold, gray Wednesday morning. The lights of Nasa Mission Control Center in Houston were burning brightly, defying the foggy weather outside. But this was more than a routine meeting. Simultaneous gatherings were also taking place in the UN building in New York, at Nato headquarters in Brussels, and in a secret underground bunker in the Kremlin. The people assembled around the table weren't just heads of state and military leaders; members of the "World Hunters Committee," a clandestine organization that tracks paranormal and cosmic events, were also present.
The tense silence in the meeting room was broken by the voice of NASA's lead scientist, Dr. Eleanor Vance. On the large screen, data from two opposite corners of deep space flickered. "The energy density we are observing simultaneously in the Sirius and Hydra constellations is unlike any data ever recorded," Dr. Vance said, her voice mixing with the static of the monitors. "Normally, it would indicate a star's explosion or a black hole's feeding event. But this is very different... it's almost like a life signature."
The debate flared up. The head of Russia's space program suggested the energy might be some kind of natural phenomenon. But a general from NATO countered, "A natural phenomenon doesn't appear in two different constellations, at the exact same time, with this intensity!" The Japanese representative from the World Hunters Committee, Kaito Tanaka, showed an image on his tablet. "An energy wave like this was last briefly detected during the 'Tunguska Event' in Siberia in the 14th century. There was a similar signature then. This is a technology, maybe even a signal."The gravity of the situation became even clearer with the idea of sending a probe. But the target was hundreds of millions of light-years away. The American official's face fell. "Even with our fastest spacecraft, it would take us millions of years to get there." His words extinguished the last glimmers of hope in the room. Humanity had hit the limits of its technology in the face of this immense cosmic puzzle. As the discussions continued, world leaders felt that an unknown threat was knocking on their door. What they didn't know, however, was that this threat had already reached Earth.
While world leaders and scientists were racking their brains to solve the mystery of the cosmic energy source, a quiet evening was underway in a small port town in Denmark, with its inhabitants oblivious to the situation. The air was filled with gray, heavy clouds carried by the north wind, and a light drizzle had begun. In this gloomy weather, a mysterious silhouette with a hood pulled over its face walked down a deserted street. Its steps were neither rushed nor slow; it moved with a sure stride, as if towards a specific destination.As it turned a corner, it bumped into a group of drunken thugs known troublemakers in the town. One of them threw his beer bottle to the ground and yelled threateningly, "You got a problem? I'll kill you!" The others encircled the silhouette with mocking laughter. Their leader pulled out a rusty knife, a look of malice on his face. "What are you looking at? I'll gut you!" he snarled, advancing on the figure.But in that very instant, from beneath the hood, a pair of eyes unlike any ordinary pair appeared, radiating a horrifying aura from the shadows. The thugs froze. Not a single threat or act of bravado mattered; this gaze was like a mirror reflecting their deepest fears. As if the weight of the entire universe had suddenly fallen on their shoulders, their knives clattered to the ground. Within seconds, they scrambled to get away without even looking back. One of them, petrified by the terrifying gaze, remained rooted to the spot, trembling and having wet himself.
The silhouette continued on its way without a backward glance, reaching a secluded hill overlooking the North Sea. There was nothing but green grass and the sound of the wind. It looked up at the sky, and as the wind swept across its face, it whispered, "I think the time has come, Aurion. But will my son be able to do it?" Immediately after these words, two glowing, two-dimensional portals appeared behind it, looking as though they were from the depths of space. Out of these portals emerged two commanders, who seemed to have stepped out of a legend. One, Ser Armand Valerius, was as magnificent as his name suggested; his colossal 2.15-meter frame had a formidable presence. His body looked perfectly sculpted, his glowing golden skin and his pure white, pupil-less eyes were unnerving. His long, shimmering silver hair that fell over his shoulders and his crystalline golden armor adorned with light runes seemed to proclaim his origin from another civilization.
The other commander, a more agile and lethal-looking figure, was Draven Crowhurst, 1.95 meters tall. His athletic body was built for quick reflexes. His pale, golden-hued skin shimmered as it refracted light with his every movement. His intense blue eyes carried an energy as though they might burst into flame during combat. His platinum blonde hair, swept back at the nape, accentuated his determined and stern facial features. His light yet incredibly durable titanium-silver armor showed it was designed for speed. The three-winged sun motif on his shoulders clearly stated his allegiance: the Ancient Light.
The two commanders advanced toward the silhouette with confident strides. The silhouette, without hesitation, knelt respectfully before them, bowing its head. It whispered, "The coming of our king, Aurion, King of Kings of the Ancient Light of the Universe, is imminent, my commanders. What do I need to do?" With these words, the silhouette's identity and mission were revealed for the first time. It was Lunara.
Lunara knelt with her head bowed, awaiting the commanders' orders. The cold wind of the North Sea filled the silence with whispers as Ser Armand Valerius's deep, echoing voice was heard. The crystalline plates of his armor gleamed faintly."Rise, Lunara," Valerius commanded, his voice an order. "You've done more than enough. You've protected the lineage of Aurion, the heir of the Ancient Light, and you've raised him to be a light that can shine even in the darkest corner of the Earth. Your duty is complete… the rest is up to your son."
Lunara stood, and the worry on her face was visible. "He's been chosen?" she asked, her voice trembling.Draven Crowhurst approached Valerius with a hint of a sneer. "Of course he has. Just like us, he's a part of destiny. But your son isn't just Aurion's heir." His eyes blazed like fire as he continued with a hard edge to his voice. "Oblivor, the Ancient Darkness of the Universe, has also chosen an heir. Our eternal enemies, the Time-Breakers, want to empower him and finally release Oblivor's seal. If they succeed, the universe will be plunged into eternal darkness."
Valerius interjected, making the grim picture even clearer: "All the wars we've fought until now have corrupted not just this universe, but multiple timelines. Each war has annihilated another reality. This is our last chance, Lunara. Our Glorious King Aurion's seal will be opened by your son, and that will be the only power capable of standing against Oblivor's seal. But this power can only be unleashed if he faces Aetheryon."
Lunara was shaken by the weight of that name, but she lifted her head with determination. "I believe in my son," she said. "He will defeat him."Draven maintained his sneer. "Every heir carefully chosen before him has lost and failed the test. Aetheryon isn't just an opponent; he's a being who tests the minds and souls of heirs. Your son will face a formidable trial. This confrontation is on a different level than any before. Now, I will tell you what you must do," he said. As Draven spoke, the hilltop wind transformed into a storm, and the surrounding atmosphere began to change.Lunara bowed her head, listening to the commanders' instructions, as the location suddenly dissolved. The clouds, trees, and wind were replaced by the sounds of a modern city the blare of horns and the chime of a school bell. The mystical hilltop had instantly become King Sejong High School in Seoul.
The story continued in the tense corridors of King Sejong High School. The school had once been ruled by a group known as the "Daltons." Their ruthless bullying had instilled fear in everyone. But things had changed over the last year. Following the Daltons' downfall, a new group called "Casper" had taken over the empty throne. They were led by a young man named Ryu Kang, who was charismatic yet equally cruel. As the new "masters" of the school, they had established an unchallengeable authority. Students whispered, "At least the Daltons made their intentions clear. The Casper group is like a ghost; you never know when or where they'll strike."Suddenly, the classroom door burst open, and Ryu Kang walked in. Behind him stood his loyal followers, each with a smug look on his face. The entire class fell silent instantly. The teacher cowered behind his desk, trying to avoid Ryu Kang's gaze. Everyone wondered what the young leader wanted. But Ryu Kang's eyes saw no one in the class; they were locked directly on Ae-Cha, who was sitting by the window.He approached Ae-Cha's desk with calm steps. The silence in the room was so tense you could hear a pin drop. Ae-Cha looked up and met his intense stare. There was no emotion on her face, but the weariness in her eyes was clear. Ryu Kang spoke with suppressed anger in his voice: "Why did you come back, Ae-Cha?"Ae-Cha put her pen down on the desk and answered with determination: "I wanted to study. I don't want to work anymore. I've already wasted a year. I want to graduate, and please... just leave me alone. What happened between us is in the past."
Those words were enough to make Ryu Kang drop his calm facade. An angry expression appeared on his face. "No!" he roared. "You're mine! No one can take you from me! Get up, we're leaving!"He reached out and grabbed Ae-Cha's wrist so tightly that her bones cracked. Ae-Cha winced in pain but did not resist. The entire class was held hostage by the members of the Casper group. The thugs waiting at the door were not letting anyone leave. The teacher was too frightened to intervene. Ryu Kang started to drag Ae-Cha away, and the school corridor, in an instant, became the stage for a power struggle