Across the infinite stretch of galaxies, a violent rupture tore through the fabric of space. Vakalagua, the supreme tyrant of the divine realm, struck his mate with a blow so powerful it shattered the gravitational harmony of their world. In that moment, their unborn child — Kiyotakan — was flung from the womb, spiraling through seven galaxies like a comet of divine fire. He collided with four planets: Eurak, Veram, Patrean, and finally Earth, absorbing fragments of each world's essence.
Each planet left a mark. Eurak gave him elemental resilience, Veram infused him with illusion and mimicry, Patrean embedded necromantic energy, and Earth — Earth gave him humanity. As he passed through these worlds, his body absorbed their atmospheres, their energies, their histories. By the time he reached Earth, he was no longer just a child — he was a vessel of cosmic contradiction.
On Earth, a quiet forest trembled as a crater formed from the impact. A human woman named Hana, grieving her own lost child, discovered the glowing infant at the center of the wreckage. Despite his alien aura and the strange symbols etched into his skin, she felt no fear — only love. She took him in, naming him Kiyotaka, and raised him as her own.
Hana lived in isolation, far from cities and noise. She believed in fate, in signs, and in the power of compassion. Kiyotakan grew up surrounded by nature, books, and stories of heroes and monsters. He was quiet, observant, and often stared at the stars as if waiting for them to speak.
As Kiyotakan grew, he began to exhibit powers no human could explain. He could levitate objects, hear thoughts, and vanish into thin air. Hana shielded him from the world, fearing what others might do if they discovered his abilities. But Kiyotakan felt the pull of something greater — a destiny he couldn't yet understand.
He often asked Hana, "Where did I come from?" She would smile and say, "From the stars, my love. But your heart belongs here." It comforted him, but deep down, he knew the stars hadn't finished with him.
One night, while walking through the forest, he saw a vision — a burning planet, a cloaked figure, and a voice that whispered, "You are the echo." He collapsed, trembling, and Hana found him hours later, eyes glowing faintly.
Far beyond Earth, Vakalagua watched through a dimensional rift, his eyes burning with cosmic fire. "My son," he murmured, "your story isn't over." He began to gather his strength, summoning ancient forces from forgotten realms.
The universe stirred. Old gods whispered. The balance between light and darkness shifted. And Earth, unaware of the storm approaching, slept beneath a sky that no longer belonged to it.
Kiyotakan stood at the edge of adolescence, caught between love and legacy. He didn't know it yet, but the choices he would make would ripple across galaxies. And the first trial was about to begin.