DEATH REALM — BATTLEFIELD
The battle slowly begins to calm.
The clashes, once relentless, grow rarer. Only the strongest remain. Across the battlefield, alliances are forming—temporary pacts born from necessity. In this cruel world, cooperation is the safest strategy if one hopes to survive.
In the distance, two figures dash away at full speed, leaving trails of dust and sweat behind them.Two men. An unlikely duo. Fleeing the battlefield.
— Come on, my friend—you only lost three ribs! You got lucky! Michelangelo laughs, his voice shaking from exhaustion.
— You old lunatic, Kelly snaps.
You lost your right arm. This is not the time to joke. Those kids caught us off guard. I was perfectly camouflaged—I don't understand their powers.
— Yes, yes… these new generations are feral, Angelo chuckles.
Still, they entertained me.
— Let's hide farther away. I'll keep watch tonight, Kelly concludes.
They find shelter—a crude refuge to tend their wounds and recover. Just moments ago, they believed themselves invincible. Now, they understand the truth: this world breeds extraordinary opponents.
No matter the universe, one principle never changes.
The five senses.
Sight. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Touch.Without them, perception collapses. Action becomes impossible.
And whether alive or dead, this world does not forgive the weak.
THE WORLD OF THE LIVING — IANGE
Far away, in the Kingdom of Iange, four children and a dog live inside a small cabin.
Nomads. Rejected by their original kingdoms—too sick, too different.They found one another and survived together, clinging to life with cruel innocence.
Louis, blind, has always dreamed of seeing the sky and its stars. He can only imagine the beauty his friends describe.
Miya, deaf, bears the weight of rejection. Born to musicians who could not accept her silence, she was cast aside and sent to Iange under the mockery of other kingdoms.
Shiyo, unable to taste, has never known the difference between fruit and vegetables. This emptiness led her to anorexia, consumed by despair.
Ryan, suffering from sickle cell disease, watched his muscles wither while others ran and played. He was never able to stand beside them.
Pips, a puppy with a ruined sense of smell, can no longer detect gold—the gift he once had. Trauma erased his talent.
Their deaths were inevitable.Too early. Too unfair.
THE PRODIGIES ARE REBORN
But upon awakening in the Kingdom of the Dead… something changes.
Their desire. Their will.So powerful that an aura awakens the moment they are reborn.
Illness disappears. Bodies regenerate.No disabilities remain—only raw, blazing potential.
Miya feels a strange vibration in her ears.Her first true sound.
But it is not gentle.
Steel clashing. Screams. Crying.A symphony of despair.
And yet—she hears a voice she recognizes.
— Miya!!! Pips!!! Where are you?! I can see!!! Louis cries.
Miya collapses into joyful sobs.
— Louis?! …Yes, it's him! I know his voice—even though I never heard it before!
Meanwhile, Ryan carries Shiyo and Pips on his shoulders, leaping across the battlefield, his body humming with newfound energy.
— WOOHOO! I'M SUPERSONIC! LET'S GO!
— Ryan, slow down! Shiyo yells.
Pips barks wildly. His nose, wrapped in a faint aura, finally catches the scent of his friends.
In an instant, the five reunite.
And cross paths with Kelly and Michelangelo.
They immediately sense the danger.
Louis detects Kelly despite his camouflage.Miya hears the click of his weapon reloading.Ryan charges.
One step.
That's all it takes.
He slams into Kelly's side with overwhelming force, sending him crashing into Michelangelo—ripping the veteran's arm clean off. The two warriors slam into a tree and retreat without hesitation.
— Hahaha! Nice one, Ryan! Louis laughs.
Now that the biggest threat is gone—let's go!
— Yes! they all shout.
They cry. They embrace. Alive. Together.
Louis gazes upward, awestruck.
— Look… the sky, he whispers.I see houses floating above us.
A NEW BEGINNING… AND A STRANGER
Groups scatter across the land. The battlefield empties of the living—and fills with the dead. Survivors seek shelter, alliances, answers.
They seek the vials.
That is when a man approaches the cave where Nakid and Ysabella rest.
— Hey! Mind if I join you?
Nakid jumps up.
— Who are you?
Ysabella blocks him, blade drawn.
— Answer carefully. What guarantees you aren't our enemy?
The stranger smiles nervously, eyes gleaming with mischief.
— Easy, easy… I get your situation. But if you want to survive—
The blade grazes his throat.
— You saying we can't survive on our own? Ysabella snaps.
He swallows.
— Alright… My name is Yoreru. I'm from the Eighteenth Generation.
Nakid frowns.
— Generation…? What does that mean?
Yoreru's expression turns serious.
— Well… first of all—
He stops.
As if something—or someone—won't let him continue.