Chapter One: A New World
In the eternal void where time and space fragmented, he stood like a sublime entity before which galaxies dwindled. His black hair flowed like cosmic ink, and his golden eyes radiated the reverence of the ancients. He traversed the fabric of space-time with divine poise, wrapped in a celestial robe that fluttered despite the absence of air. Suddenly, without warning, the cosmic laws derailed. The spatio-temporal stillness shattered into jagged fragments of light and darkness, like a cosmic mirror struck by an invisible hammer. In that moment, defenseless, he was swallowed by a distorted rift and plunged into an absolute darkness that robbed him of his senses, severing his connection to all he once was.
He awoke to a roar unlike any he had ever known—a sound that pierced the silence as if the world itself were screaming in agony. Opening his eyes slowly, he met a sight that commanded both awe and terror. He lay upon the edge of a colossal rift, where an endless, roaring river tore through the earth with brutal violence, its waters vanishing into an abyss shrouded in thick gray mist. Behind him, the eastern forest stretched like a living nightmare, its twisted, massive trees echoing with subtle, threatening whispers. The traveler tried to rise, but his body was no longer a vessel of perfect energy; a heavy lethargy anchored his veins and limbs, as if gravity sought to crush his soul before his body.
He staggered, clutching a head burdened by memories of the fall. He tried to gather his scattered strength, but shock ravaged his mind; his former powers—the sovereign energy that once commanded dimensions—had vanished. He found only chaos and sensory turmoil. The roar of the water struck his ears like the cries of tormentors, and the forest air smelled of silt and decay. Clenching a trembling fist, he looked toward the dismal sky and whispered in a hoarse, strained voice:
"What happened? My transition was interrupted by some force... a distortion in space-time. Damn it, not now. Where am I, and what has become of me?"
He began to drag his exhausted frame over the jagged rocks, away from the precipice. Every step was a monumental struggle, as if the air itself resisted his presence. His bare feet felt the bite of cold stone and the harshness of the earth—physical sensations he had not felt in aeons; sudden heat flared in his chest, followed by a chill that raced through his limbs, all beyond his control. He advanced slowly into the suspicious silence of the forest as its shadows began to swallow him, his golden eyes scanning the gloom, searching for any clue to the nature of this new prison.