Dark clouds blanketed the sky, Preventing any light from reaching the ground. Lightning jumped from place to place with rumbles following behind it. 

Unbeknownst to anyone, the lightning had an unusual hint of black, red, and white mixed into it, as it flashed periodically on the black canvas.

_In a big Mall_

"AHHHHH!" heart renching screams echoed in the air.

People running for their lives, bumping into objects and each other, creating choas. Despite the highway sized path, the wasn't much room to even stand, it was overcrowded. 

This chaotic scene was a stark contrast to the harmonious one that existed half an hour ago.

Looming in the forefront and behind the crowd, a formidable group of 2-meter-tall orcs, their muscles bulging beneath vibrant green skin decorated with intricate tattoos.

*Bang*

A sharp crack echoed through the air as a man discharged a gun at one of the orcs. The bullet found it's mark in the creature's center. 

Yet, the orc, undeterred, bore the lethal strike with an unyielding demeanor, maintaining the same ferocious visage.

"Ahgggg!" 

The orc's battle cry resonated, and with a swift swing of his weapon, limbs and blood were sent soaring into the air.

"AHHhH" 

Terror gripped the crowd, prompting an immediate retreat. Yet, on the other side of the crowd, a parallel scene of chaos unfolded.

Sandwiched between the looming specters of death, some desperate souls clambered up the rails in a desperate bid for escape, seeking refuge on the second floor. 

However, their fleeting hopes were violently crushed as powerful hands yanked them down. Even those fortunate enough to evade the initial grasp found their smiles replaced with dread when a towering orc jumped, landing ominously in their path.

Chaos erupted; a few courageous individuals attempted to slip away discreetly, only for their joy to crumble at the sight of a horde of orcs slowly approached the mall. 

Escape suddenly became a fleeting dream.

Those who reacted early had sought refuge in stores, frantically barricading doors with heavy furniture. Yet, this feeble defense proved as useless as a hedgehog in a condom factory. 

*Bang*

The orcs, wielding their weapons like instruments of destruction, sent everything flying with ruthless efficiency, turning the once-secure sanctuaries into scenes of relentless vulnerability.

Akeem's body quivered with terror as agonizing screams sounded in his ears, each cry sending shivers down his spine. 

In a desperate attempt, he covered his little brother's ears and mouth to shield him from the nightmarish noise, and to trap any sound that might betray their presence.

They were standing in a three-dimensional hologram. There were plenty of such holograms, scattered across the mall.

Visually the hologram covered them up, but their illusory protection offered minimal physical defense—a flimsy shelter akin to standing in front of wet toilet paper, utterly useless against the impending onslaught.

Initially, when a mysterious orc materialized seemingly out of thin air, everyone, including him, dismissed it as part of a performance. However, as the second person fell victim to a brutal murder, the atmosphere shifted, shattering the illusion of entertainment.

Swiftly, he sprinted toward the exit, clutching his younger brother. 

Yet, their escape was foiled by the stampede. Fearing for his little brother's safety amid the chaotic rush, he steered them away from the crowd. 

With the stampede ahead and the relentless orcs carving a path through the people, he made a split-second decision to seek refuge in the first hiding spot that caught his eye.

Within the hologram, the light was bright, rendering visibility nearly impossible. The space accommodated only two people, resembling a small, luminous room that continually shifted colors based on the displayed images.

Originally designed for entertainment, these holograms came with a stern warning against entering them. The brightness inside posed a risk of eye discomfort, discouraging people from venturing into the visually dazzling yet potentially harmful environment.

Akeem's surroundings shifted abruptly, bathed in a sudden bright red hue. Within the hologram, he discerned a transformation, revealing the image of a reporter seated in a studio.

"Breaking news!"

"Just in, an incredible phenomenon has appeared in some parts of the world. Scientists have discovered that following an earthquake, new landscapes and locations started appearing." The broadcaster's voice conveyed shock and disbelief.

Simultaneously, images surfaced, depicting scenes of chaos with monsters wreaking havoc and claiming lives. 

In other instances, exotic landscapes materialized in the midst of bustling urban areas. The scale of these occurrences reached city levels, marking a surreal and unsettling revelation.

Akeem's expression deepened into one of helplessness, prompting him to pull his brother closer. With things in chaos, uncertainty loomed – would salvation come, or were they left to navigate this turmoil alone?

The reporter's voice persisted, "Not only that but monsters are jumping out and killing people indiscriminately. Viewers are advised to stay in their homes and lock their doors; we don't know whe-"

Abruptly, the reporter's voice vanished, the hologram losing its connection. For a moment, it flickered off before resuming its default animations, leaving Akeem in a disorienting blend of uncertainty and fear.

Amidst the screams of panic, people scattered desperately, falling prey to the swift, lethal strikes of the towering orcs. 

As Akeem observed the chaos through the hologram's animations, a peculiar sight caught his attention – a man strolling casually through the mayhem.

Driven by curiosity, Akeem moved closer, cautiously peering out. The hologram's placement beside a wall concealed their presence, offering a glimpse into the unfolding catastrophe, without exposing himself to much.

The man's appearance was striking, tall and slender. His jet-black hair seamlessly blended with an all-black clothing, a stark contrast to his snow-corpse-like skin. Despite the eeriness of his complexion, his facial features bore an extreme handsomeness.

Peculiarly, the orcs' ruthless in their indiscriminate attacks, showed an unexpected deference to this man. They fearfully cleared a path as he passed through the mayhem. 

An enigma within the unfolding catastrophe.

Approaching a screaming orc with evident disdain, the man seized it, effortlessly hoisting the creature by its neck. 

Despite the orc's size, being more than three times that of the man, he effortlessly lifted it with a single hand.

"Pathetic! You can't even handle a little girl!" The man's voice erupted, resonating with a profound depth and an unmistakable display of power. 

Akeem, observing from a distance, couldn't help but shudder in response.

In a sudden twist, the struggling orc became engulfed in peculiar black flames. 

The black flames were uncharacteristically slow and seemingly mild, the flames elegantly danced around the creature, swiftly reducing it to ashes.

The man casually brushed away the residue on his hand and turned, finally fixing his gaze on a teenage girl with fiery red hair. 

Despite her perilous predicament and tears streaming down her face, the girl maintained a fierce expression.

After witnessing her mother's tragic demise, the young girl summoned the courage to confront the hateful enemy. 

Despite her valiant attempts, her punches and kicks proved futile. In a last-ditch effort, she swiftly retrieved her pepper spray and aimed it accurately at the orc.

"What's your name, little girl?" The man's deep, unrushed and calm voice resonated, 

Facing the imposing figure, the girl's expression shifted from terror to trembling. "Pro- Proxima."

"No need to be scared." The man lifted her gently and squatted before her. "Weakness is something every person should hate."

Like an obedient puppy, the girl's trembling ceased, her expression relaxed, and her fear subsided.

"No need to cry." The man wiped away her tears, then with a simple wave of his hand, the girl suddenly slumped, only to start floating before her body could touch the ground.

The man slowly got up looked around, the girl's body floated besides him.

"Enough, none of you are allowed to move."

As his words fell, the orcs stopped their movement and stood still. There were still some people barely alive in the mall.

"I know what it's like to be weak, not being able to change your fate, to feel so powerless that you lose hope." The man turned around, his voice, despite not being loud, reached every corner of the mall. 

"But I stand before you now, with not only the power to change my fate but yours as well!"

In the aftermath of chaos, a few injured people lay on the ground. The orcs, once frenzied, now stood perfectly still, their empty eyes fixated on nothing, influenced by an unknown force.

"Because I have power, because I AM POWER!" The man stretched out his arms, similar to a T-pose. 

In that moment, a pair of black angelic wings unfurled behind his back, spanning an ominous wingspan of eight meters. Their intimidating presence cast a shadow over the subdued survivors.

The man stood with an unsettling smile, the embodiment of an angel of death that left an indelible mark of fear in the hearts of those who witnessed his transformation.

Asher, Akeem's little brother, wriggled free from his brother's grasp, curiosity compelling him to peer out of the hologram. His innocent eyes widened in petrified shock. 

Towering humanoid creatures loomed, motionlessly and imposing, while the ground beneath them was painted by bloody corpses sprawled in gruesome disarray.

The man's eyes snapped open, his piercing gaze filled with a strange emotion. At that moment Asher's gaze stopped, his horrified expression tuned into shock.

"MOM! DAD!"

"Asher Come back!"

Asher dashed out of the hologram, with Akeem following right behind him. He quickly arrived in front of two lifeless bodies completly covered in blood, and started crying. 

Akeem's feet slowed, as he looked at the lifeless bodies, his heart suddenly heavy with grief. Pain flickered in his eyes, he drew closer, hugging the sobering Asher in a tender warm embrace. 

"You're the one I'm looking for!"

The man's voice sounded in the air, snapping Akeem back to reality. 

In an instant, a vice-like grip seized his arm, his attempts to break free, futile. With a racing heart, he shielded his little brother. 

*thump* *thump* 

Hearing the thud of each heartbeat echoing in his ears, he became more and more nervous.

Akeem struggled to maintain composure, meeting the man's intense gaze. "How may I be of assistance?"

A smirk graced the man's face, a subtle shift in demeanor. His deep voice resonated, "In just a few years, you've already grown up this much, and you're not controlled by fear. You're truly worthy of being my brother."

Confusion clouded Akeem's mind. 'Brother?' 

The revelation hung in the air as the man continued, "As the realms are merging back together, I was sent to bring you bac-"

Abruptly, the man's attention shifted skyward. The glass roof revealed a flock of humanoid celestial figures — white-winged figures descending from the parted clouds. 

*Shatter*

Suddenly, one figure vanished and reappeared in the mall with the shattering of glass.

"I thought I smelled something foul." Declared a tall woman in silver armor, adorned with four angelic wings behind her back. 

Completely covered by dazzling armour, only her eyes could be seen, which revealed a sharp gaze. 

The man responded with a grin. "Jophiel, I haven't seen you in a long time, yet your strength is only this much."

"Damian Morningstar I see that your feeble brain can still only process strength." As the woman spoke, more and more dazzling figures in armour with a pair of wings flew over to her side.

"Watch how you talk to me, you think having four wings makes you my opponent, your not qualified." the man's gaze turned frosty, a long black scythe appeared in his hand, he waved it forward.

Before the woman could react, something slammed into her chest and sent her flying, in her place, some feathers were left.

The man took out something and threw it on the floor behind him and fire started to burn, with a hole slowly growing.

The other figures reacted, various weapons appeared in their hands as they charged forward. 

"None of you have the strength to equate me!" The wings behind the man's back unfolded even more and another pair of wings spread out.

With one hand on Akeem, the man swung his scythe back and forth, sending a berrage of dark spheres at the oncoming army.

"Your all infiroir! None of you have qualifications! Your nothing but arrogant birds!" The man shouted, his eyes had a murderous luster.

His arm became a blur, as multiple dark sphere flew towards the crowd. 

In response, the army sent long range attacks of their own, but they couldn't beat the man's attacks.

Their confrontation intensified as the dark spheres and menacing scythe danced faster. 

Akeem, ensnared in the man's grip, felt a rising tide of danger. He tried unsuccessfully to break free. 

Addressing his little brother amid the chaos, he instructed, "Asher, listen to me. I want you to run, understand? Run away as fast as you can."

'With our parents gone, I must save you! I'm sorry Asher, I'm not strong enough to do it myself!' With tears threatening to break from his eyes, Akeem whispered for his brother to escape.

"Quickly run away Asher."

Asher, tearful and determined, resisted. "No, I'm not leaving you!"

"Asher, now's not the time!" Akeem urged, his emotions in check. 

Thinking of an anime they once watched, "Do you remember that anime we watched together? You said that your the bearer of light, right? Now l-"

Before he could finish, the man intervened, his face solomn "How touching, but it's time to go. A powerful person is coming."

The man's gaze left the empty sky and landed on Asher. His scythe suddenly dissapered, a dark flame enveloped his hand and he smacked Asher away. 

"I'll let you live for my little brothers sake, but in the future you must call me big brother!"

"Noo-" Before Akeem could scream he was knock unconscious and carried like a sack of potatoes. 

The man leaped into the flaming hole, that had appeared behind him. Carrying two people with him, he dissapered.

"Your still not a god, weakest Raphael." As the flaming pit slowly closed, these words escaped.

High in the sky, a tall figure with long polished-brass like hair, looked at the closing portal and scoffed.