Abraão was born in a turbulent era of Elyria, a planet where the 1000 moons orbited like fragile sentinels, each pulsing with cosmic energy that could be a blessing or a curse. An average person had power level 50 — enough strength to survive day-to-day life, but nothing more. At age 5, Abraham watched his parents die in a horrific accident: a smaller moon cracked open during a cosmic storm, sending fragments that destroyed their home in the village of Mist. His father, a simple farmer, tried to shield his mother with his body; both were crushed by lunar debris that rained down like flaming meteors.
Abraham miraculously survived, rescued by his neighbors. He grew up in the rebuilt cabin, caring for his grandmother Elara (a frail 70-year-old, level 30 woman with trembling hands who wove lunar fishing nets) and his younger brother Elias (a 12-year-old boy, level 40, dreamy and playful, always running through the whispering forests). Abraham, at level 65, worked in the fields of lunar roots that glowed in the dark, carefully harvesting them so as not to attract beasts. He cooked hot soups for his grandmother, told Elias stories of heroes at night, under the glow of the red and blue moons. "One day, Elias, I will be as strong as Satoru from the legends—the warrior who bent infinity with his sword."
But life was hard. Abraham trained alone with his father's old sword: a rusty blade of lunar iron, without curse or technique. He spun it in the clearing, imagining cuts that echoed through space, but barely scratched trees. Constant reflections tormented him: "Why do the moons punish us? Why did I lose my parents? I take care of them... but what if I fail?"