The universe was never fair.
It was designed in layers, bound by invisible chains called realms.
From the countless worlds, hierarchy emerged — each realm struggling for dominance, clawing toward the heavens above.
At the bottom, the Low Realms, where mana was scarce and survival itself was a miracle.
Above them, the Mid Realms, brimming with life, conflict, and ambition.
Further still, the High Realms, where science and magic intertwined — their people brushing close to the secrets of creation itself.
And towering over all stood the Immortal Realms, ruled by Celestials who saw themselves as the architects of existence.
They named it balance.
But in truth, it was fear disguised as order.
For even the divine trembled at the thought of mortals reaching too high.
Among the High Realms existed a civilization beyond comprehension — known only as Civilization Type 4.
Their technology rivaled miracles; their cities shone brighter than constellations.
They no longer relied on faith or prophecy — only logic, science, and discovery.
And with every invention, every theory proven true, they came closer to uncovering the one thing the Celestials could never allow:
the truth of their creation.
In that world lived a boy — Kance, a young scientist-in-training, barely nine years old.
He knew little of power, destiny, or divinity.
All he knew was curiosity — a childlike need to understand how things worked.
He was no hero, no chosen one — merely a spark within the roaring flame of progress.
But that spark, multiplied across billions, terrified the heavens.
And so, the Celestials acted.
Under a single decree, the sky burned.
Civilization Type 4 vanished in one night — every structure, every starship, every life atomized into silence.
To the rest of the multiverse, it was a forgotten tragedy.
To the Celestials, it was a necessary correction.
Yet fate is not so easily erased.
Far below, in the Mid Realm of Eldara, the world continued in ignorance.
Here, magic reigned — cities powered by mana, ruled by guilds and noble bloodlines who worshipped the Immortals above.
Eldara was stable, obedient, and dull — a scapegoat realm, never seen as a threat.
The Celestials spared it for one reason: to maintain their illusion of peace.
But the cycle of evolution never stops.
A boy was born under Eldara's scarlet dawn — the Boy of Promise, a child whose soul shimmered with unmeasured potential.
The heavens took notice, whispering that this one might shatter the long-standing hierarchy.
They watched him closely, fearing yet again the signs of growth they once destroyed.
And elsewhere, deep beneath Eldara's capital, in the forsaken slums of Ashrift, another presence stirred.
A boy awoke in a broken body, his memories fractured, his eyes reflecting a world he did not recognize.
His name… was Kance.
He was not born here.
He was sent here — though even he did not know why.
The soul of a lost civilization now trapped in the decaying body of a child.
Two boys.
Two origins.
One watched by the gods, and the other forgotten by them.
Both destined to unravel the order the Celestials fought so hard to preserve.