Blood pooled beneath the dying man, warm at first, then chilling as the life drained from his body. His breaths came in short, ragged bursts, each one weaker than the last. The coppery scent of blood filled the air; distant footsteps echoed, yet no one arrived in time to save him. His fingers twitched helplessly, reaching for a future he would never grasp.
Then something strange happened.
His mind, instead of fading into darkness, sparked violently. Memories burst forth in reverse—shredded fragments of a life lived too quickly. Laughter on a rainy street. The warmth of a mother's hand. A lover's smile. A failure he wished he could undo. A betrayal that shaped the last years of his existence. All of it played like a broken film reel, flickering faster and faster until the scenes bled into light.
In his final heartbeat, he wondered if this was punishment… or mercy.
Then everything collapsed.
His world died.
But his story did not.
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Far off in the unending ocean of stars, a lone planet shuddered under a celestial phenomenon. The sky above turned darker than storm clouds, as if the heavens themselves had drawn a black curtain across the sun. The people of this world knew the event well.
Umbra Day.
Once every hundred years, the sun was swallowed by shadow, plunging the land into unnatural twilight. It was neither night nor day—something in between, something that pulled at instinct and whispered of ancient omens.
On a towering mountain plateau bathed in sunlight for nearly all seasons stood the mighty Radiant Sun Clan. Their banners painted in gold and crimson fluttered proudly every day—except today. As the eclipse spread, the wind died, the air chilled, and the bright plateau dimmed under a suffocating darkness.
Clan members gathered in worried clusters. Warriors who feared nothing found their hands tightening around spear shafts. Elders pressed prayer charms between their palms. Children whimpered and pointed at the sky.
"Umbra Day… it has begun…"
"It was not supposed to arrive for another decade…"
"Why now? What sign is this?"
But no matter how they whispered, no matter how anxious they grew, the shadow consuming the sun continued relentlessly.
And far within the heart of the clan grounds, inside the grand infirmary, another situation was unfolding.
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Crystallized lamps embedded in the stone walls glowed with gentle amber light, their warmth pushing back the oppressive gloom. The scent of healing herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of gathering spiritual energy.
On one of the beds lay Selena Gray, her jet-black hair drenched in sweat, sticking to her fatigued face. Pain rippled through her body, yet her eyes—though strained—remained fierce. She forced herself to breathe deeply, clutching the sheets as another wave of contractions tore through her.
Beside her stood the Healer, the clan's respected midwife, her hands shimmering with faint golden energy.
"Steady, Selena," the Healer murmured. "The child is almost here. Just a little more."
Selena grit her teeth. "This darkness… it feels wrong."
The Healer nodded but spoke gently, reassuringly. "Umbra Day affects the heart and mind, but you must focus. Your child is choosing a powerful moment to arrive."
Outside, thunder rumbled—a sound unnatural for a clear-sky eclipse. The entire infirmary trembled.
As the world darkened beyond the windows, Selena let out a sharp gasp. The Healer moved swiftly.
"Push!"
Selena's scream tore through the room, mixing with the echo of thunder. And at the exact peak of Umbra's shadow—when the world was darkest—the cry of a newborn broke through the silence.
A piercing wail.
Raw. Loud. Unyielding.
The Healer froze for half a heartbeat, astonished. The newborn's cry carried strength no infant should possess.
"He's strong," she whispered. "So strong..."
Before she could examine him further, the infirmary doors slid open with a soft metallic chime.
A tall figure entered, his presence commanding the room without a word.
His long robe was embroidered in gold thread. His hair, streaked with silver though he was not old, framed a face carved with authority. His eyes—sharp and unwavering—carried the light of the sun even as the world outside was drowned in shadow.
Patriarch Dorian Gray.
Leader of the Radiant Sun Clan.
The strongest cultivator on the plateau.
A man whose aura alone could make seasoned warriors step aside.
The Healer bowed immediately. "Patriarch."
Selena, exhausted, tried to sit up but Dorian raised a hand. "Rest. You need not force yourself."
He moved closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate, his gaze fixed on the newborn resting in the Healer's arms.
"Born during Umbra," he murmured, voice deep. "A century-shadowed birth… rare and dangerous."
Selena's weak voice cut through the tension. "Dorian… let me see him."
The Healer gently placed the baby in Selena's arms. The infant's small fingers instinctively wrapped around her thumb, gripping it with unexpected strength. His crying softened into small whimpers, then into calm breathing.
Selena's eyes glistened. "He's beautiful…"
Dorian studied the child carefully. His expression revealed little, but something flickered in his eyes—concern, curiosity, and perhaps… awe.
"Selena," Dorian said quietly, "children born during Umbra often carry special destinies. This child may bring great light… or great calamity."
Selena smiled faintly, brushing her thumb across the baby's cheek. "Then we will raise him to walk his own path."
Dorian's lips tightened. He respected her resolve.
"What shall we name him?" he asked.
Selena gazed at her newborn with warmth and certainty. "Davin Gray."
The Healer bowed her head slightly. "A noble name."
But none of them—neither the stern Patriarch, the exhausted mother, nor the gentle Healer—realized what truly lay within the child.
For at that very moment, in the space between breaths, the dying man's soul from another world descended into the infant's body like a falling star. His consciousness merged with Davin's first breath—soft, silent, immeasurable.
Selena did not sense it.
The Healer did not sense it.
Even Dorian, with his near-legendary perception, felt only the faintest ripple—like a whisper in an endless night.
The two souls fused.
Life reignited.
A destiny reshaped itself.
Umbra Day had taken one life…
and given birth to another.
Outside, as the sun's light slowly began to reclaim the sky, the shadow retreated—but the omen it left behind would linger for generations.
In the quiet of the infirmary, nestled in Selena Gray's arms, Davin Gray opened his tiny eyes for the first time.
Golden.
Sharp.
Unnaturally clear.
A gaze far too aware for a newborn.
And though no one recognized it yet, a force that would one day shake the heavens had just drawn it's first breath