PART I: THE DECLINE OF THE BLOOD
Wistert's illness had no mercy. It spread through his body like poisonous ivy, consuming both his magic and his vitality. As his health faltered, the brilliance of his lineage faded, and with it, his friendships withered away. Those who once admired him now avoided him as if death itself were contagious.
Meanwhile, in the Main House of the Northern Moons, the atmosphere was one of celebration, but a celebration stained with cruelty. The High Mother had given birth to a new heir: a healthy boy with pure magic and a robust body. Wistert was no longer necessary; he had become an error that had to be erased.
In Edgar Borniert's office, the light was dim. His sister, Luos, entered with light steps, breaking the silence.
"I can never surprise you, Edgar. Always so alert," she said, sitting brazenly on his desk.
Edgar looked at her with icy coldness. "I fulfilled my part of the deal, Luos. I gave you a son and ensured my wife's fertility. What do you want now?"
"Why so serious?" she stroked her brother's face. "Wistert is nearly dead. His existence is a stain on the newspapers. Our family name is in decline because of that 'defective birth'. Leave him in limbo, Edgar. Strip him of his name and give him a swift death."
Edgar clenched his fists, staring at a local newspaper that spoke of the "failure" of his bloodline. "You're right. I will send him to the Void of Siert. Let him be lost in the nothingness."
PART II: THE ABYSS OF DESPAIR
At the Silvert Academy, the betrayal was being finalized. Teacher Hirgon, under direct orders from the Confederal Chief and the White Moon, entered Wistert's room.
"Teacher?" Wistert asked in a weak voice. "Have you come to give me this week's medicine? It hurts a lot today..."
The teacher felt a lump in her throat. Wistert was only a four-year-old child—intelligent and polite—but the orders from the high hierarchy were absolute: "Useless beings do not deserve to live."
"Forgive me... in the afterlife," she whispered.
She injected him with a potent sedative. Wistert closed his eyes, sinking into a deep sleep as his body was transported to the catacombs of the Void. The place was a somber abyss, where the cries of ancient souls reclaimed what life had stolen from them.
"Drop him," a voice ordered.
Wistert's small body fell into the void.
PART III: THE DAUGHTER OF THE INFINITE
The Void of Siert began to devour the child's existence, but someone was watching. A figure whose presence made even the darkness tremble: Mishias, the Daughter of the Infinite Star.
"The Void always preys on the helpless," she murmured, her eyes glowing with supernatural light. "But you, my little Wistert... you are special. You hide secrets that even the Moons do not understand."
Mishias approached the inert body and, in a dark gesture of possession, softly bit his ear, leaving an essence that would mark him forever. "Survive. I want to see what you become when you grow up. I want you to worship me, to be mine for eternity."
When Wistert woke up, the sedative still clouded his mind. "Teacher? I'm hungry..." he said, trying to stand. Then, the cold of the abyss hit him. "¿What is this? The Void?"
Fear tried to paralyze him, but a spark of will ignited in his chest. "No... I want to live. I will fight. No matter if death stalks me, I will escape from here!"
PART IV: THE DIALOGUE OF THE GODS
In a parallel plane, Mishias returned to her father, the Infinite, and her mother, the Star of the Infinite.
"I've marked him already," she said with a predatory smile. "I want that child to belong to me. I want him to love me under oppression, for me to be his only reason for living. I will nurture his innocent heart only to squeeze it until the last drop."
The Infinite looked at her with disapproval. "Even I have morals, daughter. What you plan is to ruin a life that has barely begun. Do you want to make him a slave to your desires just because of the betrayal in your past?"
"I will give him a reason to live," she replied. "His parents discarded him; I will make him mine."
As the gods discussed his fate, a voice echoed in Wistert's mind—a warning from the deepest part of his being:
"Stay awake, little one... the eye is watching you."