Dimension ???
In a space submerged in darkness, footsteps echoed.
The dry sound of footwear broke the silence, dragging sand and small stones across the ground. The figure advanced without hesitation.
In the distance, a golden light glowed softly — far away.
That was where he was heading.
Continent Nova Imperia, Bogara
A city rich in nature, overtaken by vegetation.
Bogara rose among gigantic mountains, more than 3,000 meters above sea level.
Despite its almost paradisiacal beauty, it was known for something completely different:
uncontrolled freedom.
The city lived in a permanent state of insecurity. Robberies, deaths, and gang wars were daily occurrences, and confrontations with the police system grew increasingly violent. It was not uncommon to see battles between visionaries and rankers spread throughout the streets.
Bogara was chaos.
And yet… it was beautiful.
The nature, the vertiginous landscapes, the streets covered in green — and even the charm of the people, especially the women — gave the city a unique, almost hypnotic aura.
This is where we meet Furia, a twenty-year-old known for something impossible:
she seemed to intercept crimes before they even happened.
She had no family. She worked alone.
She was a person of the people and dedicated herself to protecting those who lived in the outermost area of the city.
But she wasn't truly alone.
She had four companions.
Four… weasels.
As she calmly walked through the streets, she greeted residents, helped the blind cross the roads, or assisted elderly people who had difficulty walking. On some days, she helped in shops and restaurants — she was, in fact, an excellent cook.
At the same time, her companions roamed the alleys and rooftops of the city. They moved like small silent sentinels, observing suspicious movements and potential criminals.
At a certain moment of the day, one of them emitted a signal.
Immediately, Furia felt a pulse in her eyes.
Through her Bestial Vision, she could see through the eyes of her companions. She couldn't see through just any animal — even if we included other weasels.
For that… a pact was required.
Through the weasel Orange, she saw a robbery.
Two hooded men attacked an elderly couple. They stole jewelry, watches, and Holos. One of them struck the old man in the face, leaving him unconscious on the ground.
Furia reacted without hesitation.
As soon as she understood their escape direction, she ordered the weasels to pursue the attackers.
She followed their every movement through the shared vision.
Minutes later, she was already waiting for them.
She stood at the top of a pole, high above the street.
Still.
Her eyes began to glow, taking on a different tone.
Her senses sharpened — the wind, the vibrations of the ground, and then…
The distant sound of a motorcycle.
Within seconds, they appeared.
The moment they passed beneath her, Furia crouched, gathered momentum, and launched herself into the air.
The impact was immediate.
She delivered a direct kick to the passenger's head, hurling him against a wall along with the bag carrying the stolen items.
— Red, Green.
Two weasels quickly appeared, grabbed the bag, and vanished into the alleys.
As soon as he saw his partner fall, the driver braked and turned the motorcycle around. That was his mistake.
Furia advanced.
With rapid leaps along the walls, she appeared beside the rider and grabbed him by the hood, violently pulling him off the bike. She began striking him repeatedly, while a subtle energy formed around her body.
The tension in the air rose.
In a nearby alley, Blue — bright blue eyes — bit a rat in the neck.
When the scene returns to Furia…
She was doing the same.
Her teeth sunk directly into the attacker's neck.
Blood ran down her chin and clothes.
In Bogara, it was like this every day.
Deaths happened in every imaginable way. The police only intervened when there were crowds.
After defeating the attackers, Furia retrieved the bag and returned to the crime scene.
She handed the belongings back to the elderly couple and distributed the remaining stolen items to other victims and poor people present.
For the first time that day…
People smiled.
And, one by one, they began to applaud her.
Dimension ???
He continued walking.
Rocks rose before him and, along the way, a still lake reflected the faint surrounding light. He stopped only when the water touched his feet.
High above, among the stones, a golden arch glowed faintly.
And he moved toward it.
Continent Jinhai, Yanjin
The city of Yanjin, located on the continent of Jinhai, became globally recognized for its countless temples, now one of the greatest religious centers in the world.
The entire city was built around a single place: the temple Qiãnshì Yan Sì — the Temple of the Millennial Eye.
Erected long before Keiji, it was one of the few structures that remained standing after the Era of Ascendant Wars.
Inside that temple were not only treasures.
There rested forbidden knowledge.
Knowledge gathered and recorded in manuscripts by only one man: Longyan Zhen, the creator of the Ten Relics.
Sealed with Iluminence and physically preserved, the manuscripts remained protected until the present year — 2131.
To the rest of the world, Longyan Zhen was remembered as a psychopath: creator and distributor of extremely dangerous weapons.
There, however, he was seen differently.
Not as a god…
but as a Buddha — a human being who rose beyond others, someone whose deeds for his people were too great to be erased by governmental narratives that turned him into a scapegoat.
Generations of monks dedicated their lives to protecting that temple.
And yet…
That night, Qiãnshì Yan Sì was under attack once again.
A group of distorted believers, known only as "V," believed that Longyan Zhen's manuscripts contained the key to breaking the limits of Iluminence — and thus achieving power far beyond that of other visionaries.
On a fog-covered night, they infiltrated through the rooftops of neighboring temples.
Within minutes, without raising an alarm, they surrounded Qiãnshì Yan Sì.
They invaded the top floor: the main hall.
Some began stealing ancient relics, while others forced open the lock of the small safe that held the manuscripts.
When they finally opened it…
They heard footsteps.
Calm. Rhythmic.
One after another.
The invaders grew uneasy.
From the shadow cast by the corridor, a silhouette slowly emerged.
The posture. The face.
It was him.
The Monk of Black Spheres, recognized as one of the greatest masters in the use and control of Iluminence.
It was said the spheres floating around his body weighed tons.
Through his Spiritual Vision, he maintained a constant flow of Iluminence — not in bursts, but continuous — sustaining those masses as if they were made of light fabric.
If his concentration failed for even a moment…
the spheres would fall and crush his own feet.
That was why it was said he lived permanently in a spiritual state.
As he entered the room, the intruders began to tremble.
They tried to flee in different directions, but didn't even have time to reach the walls.
In seconds, the monk unleashed his Spiritual Vision.
The black spheres shot through the air at tremendous speed, striking the invaders one after another.
Realizing there was no escape, the remaining ones attacked him in desperation.
That was when the monk revealed only a fraction of his true power.
He stopped controlling Iluminence.
He began to manifest it.
Gigantic spiritual hands formed in the air, composed of intense golden energy.
They were not projections.
They were materializations of his will.
Of his faith.
The hands crushed the last attacker.
Then, with telekinesis, the monk gathered the scattered blood and fallen bodies, compressing everything into a single spiritual hand.
He raised it outside the temple and, from the top floor, let everything fall into the river surrounding the complex.
After the storm…
calm returned.
The monk carefully placed the manuscripts back in their place.
Lit incense.
Said a prayer of forgiveness for the disturbance caused.
And, as if nothing had happened,
sat down once again in meditation.
Dimension ???
As he crossed the arch, the space changed.
Arches rose everywhere, curving over one another like trunks of a stone forest. Among them, carved into the surface, repeated forms of eyes — countless, silent, watching.
The light was scarce.
The shadows concealed more than they revealed, and the contours were lost in the dimness as he continued forward.
Continent Borealis, Skallfjord
NordVarde Bank
In the pre-Keiji world, technological evolution led to the extinction of physical money as we knew it.
With the need for a unified and absolutely secure system, humanity adopted a 100% digital currency, stored and transferred through an integrated ocular system called V.E.I.L.
(Virtual Economic Integrated Ledger).
In practice, it was an advanced blockchain directly connected to people's eyes through neuromagnetic implants inserted into the cornea of every human being at birth.
The system brought immediate advantages:
Instant, fraud-free transactions
Ocular identification as a digital signature
Practical impossibility of forgery or hacking
Total economic control by governments, capable of freezing or tracking funds
At the time, it seemed perfect.
In 2131, reality was different.
Upon arriving at one of Borealis's central banks, located in the city of Skallfjord, the executive director of the prestigious NordVarde Bank group was warmly received by the staff present.
Her posture was firm and confident, but her cordial smile stood out as she greeted colleagues and clients.
Accompanied by a black briefcase, steady hand, which revealed importance.
Her elegant and assured walk drew the attention of all civilians in the lobby.
She approached the security checkpoint.
Like any employee, she underwent verification by the Integrated Biometric and Behavioral Security System (IBBSS), composed of:
Millimeter-wave body scanners
Three-dimensional X-ray inspection tunnels
Behavioral sensors with predictive AI
Multifactor biometric recognition (face, fingerprint, and vascular pattern)
Additionally, armed guards were positioned throughout the bank, alert to any suspicious movement.
After validation, the director proceeded through the central corridor, passing several operational sectors.
Finally, she reached the only door to which only she had access.
A door protected by real-time DNA recognition.
(A microcutaneous reader that collects skin cells and compares DNA with an encrypted record.
Practically impossible to forge.)
The director placed her hand on an ergonomic support. Through nanotechnology, genetic sequences were extracted and read without the need for blood extraction.
A comparison was made with an already encrypted record and, once authenticated, the door opened.
The control room was the heart of the bank — from there, it was possible to access all accounts and information of registered clients.
The director sat at the main panel and began navigating the system.
Layers of access were unlocked successively, until reaching the transactions of NordVarde's central account.
The final lock appeared.
Retinal vascular pattern recognition.
A unique system. Absolutely impossible to deceive.
And that was when…
something became wrong.
The director's skin began to distort.
Her face slowly deteriorated — like a failing digital image.
Beneath it, another emerged.
The face of another woman.
Elin Vinter.
A criminal wanted across the entire continent of Borealis.
A specialist in heists, infiltration, and assassination — pursued by police forces and rankers.
She opened the briefcase she carried.
Inside… was a head.
The head of the real director.
Elin had invaded her home, tortured her, and extracted all necessary information to access the bank.
She picked up the head and positioned it before the ocular scanner.
The system analyzed the retina.
Compared the encrypted record.
Access granted.
Without hesitation, she initiated a transfer:
50% of the total value stored in NordVarde's vaults.
It was the legal maximum — permitted only in situations of extreme emergency.
What Elin didn't know…
was that a transfer of that magnitude required direct confirmation from the governor of Borealis — information known only to the bank's owner.
The transfer was executed.
In the next second, alarms went off.
The main panel locked.
The system collapsed.
Minutes later, a security team stormed the control room.
But she was no longer there.
Something didn't make sense.
Reviewing the cameras, they noticed a guard walking in the opposite direction of the control room.
He entered a restroom… and never came out.
They rewound the recording.
A girl left the restroom a few seconds later.
They tracked her through the internal cameras.
She crossed the entire bank and exited to the street.
Maximum zoom.
Finally, they understood.
It was Elin.
Before disappearing, she stopped in front of an external camera.
Looked directly at it…
and made a peace sign with her fingers.
Dimension ???
The corridor stretched in silence.
Thin lines ran along the walls, engravings so delicate they resembled forgotten works of antiquity. A faint light flowed through them, as if they breathed.
The floor, formed by intricate tiles, reflected that subtle glow.
Everything around remained submerged in deep darkness —
and yet, it seemed illuminated by the presence walking through it.
Continent Zawadi, Azrakar Desert
In the vast Azrakar Desert, one of the largest on the entire continent of Zawadi, a treasure hunter wandered.
His name was Nael Rami.
Nael belonged to ABYSS, a hidden network operating outside the control and laws imposed by the five governments.
With access to privileged information, he was one of the main agents tasked with locating and acquiring rare treasures and relics. Above all, he answered directly to the organization's elite — known only as the Shadows — who sent him on specific missions: the search for Iluminence stones.
Stones used in various ways by visionaries.
Most were under governmental control, but many still remained scattered across the world… lost, hidden, or protected by forbidden locations.
This time, Nael had received information about a dungeon buried in the middle of the Azrakar Desert.
Access was considered extreme and several reports mentioned visionaries who had disappeared in that region.
As he approached the location indicated on the map, he began carefully observing the terrain.
He searched for something that didn't belong there.
That was when he found a rock.
Or at least… it looked like a rock.
The detail caught his attention: two perfectly parallel lines ran across the entire surface.
He knelt and began clearing the accumulated sand.
Then he tapped the surface with his knuckles, as if knocking on a door.
The sound responded.
The material was not natural.
It was an intelligent mineral composite, used in ancient technological constructions — the same type of structure that had remained almost intact through the Era of Ascendant Wars.
Nael smiled.
He had found the entrance.
He sat a few meters behind the structure and crossed his legs.
Took a deep breath.
Activated Iluminence control.
His eyes began to glow and, at extreme speed, he started blinking repeatedly.
His hand followed the movements, sliding across the braille-marked surface.
He wasn't just touching it.
He was reading.
As if deciphering a code through vision, multiple patterns began organizing in his mind.
A sequence.
A path.
Until he stopped.
His eyes returned to normal.
And then…
The ground trembled.
The rock began to rise slowly, accompanied by massive blocks of the same material emerging from the ground.
The dungeon entrance revealed itself.
Nael had unlocked the door.
The interior maintained the artificial structure.
That meant only one thing:
Traps.
He advanced cautiously.
The further he walked, the darker the environment became.
He resorted to his vision.
Nael was the bearer of a Destructive Vision linked to the fire element. He could generate ignition at any point his eyes could reach.
In each room, he created small flames at strategic points to illuminate the space.
In one of those chambers, distracted while igniting a flame, he didn't realize the ground was giving way.
He sank.
Quicksand.
Accustomed to the desert, he reacted immediately.
He leaned his body forward to distribute weight and launched fire directly onto the sand in front of him.
The moisture evaporated.
Resistance increased.
He managed to support his hands, free his legs, and crawl to solid ground.
He continued.
But the traps multiplied.
Metal spears shot from the walls.
Spikes emerged from the floor and ceiling.
Poisoned projectiles were fired in bursts.
In each situation, Nael was forced to use his destructive vision to survive.
Something, however, began to bother him.
The consistency of the construction changed.
The walls became fragile, some pillars were made only of compacted sand.
As if the dungeon became weaker the further he advanced.
Exhausted, he finally reached a room illuminated by golden reflections.
A small altar.
Treasures scattered throughout the chamber.
It seemed like the final room.
But the Iluminence stone was not there.
As he approached, platforms emerged from the ground.
Fixed robots activated immediately and began firing high-speed lasers.
Nael counterattacked with his destructive vision.
He managed to destroy the machines… but was severely hit.
Wounded, he could barely remain standing.
When the robots fell, the treasure barrier deactivated.
He could simply collect everything and leave.
At that moment, a hidden door opened beside the altar.
A steep corridor rose into darkness.
The stone could be there.
Nael hesitated.
He had the treasure.
He could live.
But he didn't have what he truly sought.
He spat blood.
And moved forward.
He slowly followed the corridor, prepared for a trap.
Midway up, he decided to run.
That's when it appeared.
A gigantic flaming sphere, covered in metal spikes, began descending from the top of the corridor.
Almost by instinct, Nael spun and immediately ran in the opposite direction.
He wouldn't make it.
He stopped.
Focused all Iluminence into his left eye — so much that it began to bleed.
And fired.
The largest explosion he could produce.
The impact made the entire dungeon tremble.
The walls collapsed and a fire spread throughout the interior.
Then…
Silence.
With no sign of Nael, the entrance began to slowly close, as if the dungeon itself were alive… and had decided to seal whatever remained inside.
Dimension ???
Upon reaching his destination. A cathedral.
It rose like something ancient, memories of a past now represented only through books.
There was no wind, no voices — only the distant echo of his own footsteps on the cold stone.
As he crossed the main portal, the air changed.
It didn't touch him… but it felt as if something had passed through him.
Light descended from above in soft colors, filtered through stained glass, spreading across the floor like still water. The columns rose like stone trees, disappearing into a height the eye could not reach.
He walked slowly along one of the side aisles.
There, the darkness was deep.
The arches sank into shadow and details vanished beyond a few meters. Only the central nave remained illuminated, as if all the light in the world had been reserved for that stone corridor. The rest of the cathedral seemed asleep.
And then he saw.
At the end of the central nave, beyond the transept, the presbytery rose in steps of pale marble. Above the high altar, dominating the entire cathedral, stood a throne. The light reached it only partially, touching its contours and leaving the rest submerged in a nearly reverent dimness.
It was not just large — it felt inevitable, as if the entire structure had been built to lead the gaze toward it.
He paused for a moment.
Then left the protection of the columns and stepped into the central nave.
Each step echoed louder than the last.
He climbed the presbytery steps without hesitation.
Approached the high altar… and sat down.
It was still not possible to distinguish his face.
For a brief moment, nothing happened.
Then, a light appeared.
At first faint, almost imperceptible, like the awakening of a distant flame. Then it spread across the walls, climbing the columns, running through the arches and stained glass — as if an ancient energy had suddenly been released. The entire cathedral lit up at once, like a lamp switched on after centuries of darkness.
The brightness began at his feet.
It slowly rose through his legs, torso, and arms, enveloping his body in a soft radiance. His silhouette became clear, pushing away the shadow that hid him.
When the light finally reached his face, there was no doubt left.
All that time…
it was Byeol.