The Istanbul Research Facility.
A nine-year-old child lay asleep, tightly bound to a surgical bed. His entire body, immobilized, bore no resemblance to its former self upon entering the room. Prior to being tampered with by a group of adults donning masks.
His right hand remained only halfway intact, the severed portion oozing a strange, black-colored fluid. His left hand had morphed into something akin to the roots of a tree. Half his head was missing, and the lone remaining eye was now entirely black with a small, flickering red dot resembling a flame.
*
The life that mankind has worked so hard to build after experiencing its first apocalypse is now at its lowest point. Among the numerous conflicts between the inhabitants of the sky realm and the inhabitants of abandoned countries, humans must directly confront the causes of all these problems and find out who is responsible.
PANG! PANG! PANG!
In this damaged land, traditional weapons such as swords and knives remain essential instruments in efforts to defend themselves. Cassie had realized this long ago. However, what he is doing now is not for trivial reasons but to safeguard something more transcendent.
He is confident that the two knives, the Modern Bowie and Saber Clip, he uses are capable of facing a man wielding a Langes Messer. He has always been confident in his ability to use martial arts weapons. But there seems to be something strange this time.
"Who are you really?" he asked the young man who was lowering his sword, partially covering his face.
"You already know who I am, Cassiopeia. You're just trying to escape from that reality," answered the teenage boy with a haggard, empty look.
No one has ever called me that name but Dearn! The turmoil caused by curiosity that dominated his heart unconsciously pushed the twenty three years old man to move again to attack him. Attacking someone who has caused so much chaos in this world!
TLAANG. The teenager threw a Langes Messer, which he used to defend against Cassie's attack. Cassie, realizing this, reflexively stopped his body movements because drawing a weapon on someone who had surrendered would violate his principles all along.
"What exactly do you plan to do in this universe, bastard?!" he asked.
"You will soon find out why," answered the vile criminal, who had unleashed war and chaos in many places without a trace of guilt on his face, as if everything he did had justification!
He must die! I will kill him for sure! He asked again, "Who made you do this? Which organization is protecting you?"
The villain replied, "Duranta. I did all of this for… Duranta." The Langes Messer, which he had thrown and landed about three meters away from them, suddenly returned to the teenage boy's hand as if being pulled by an invisible force.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
*
Sylvaine Macarena. Special Proctor Gildas Academy.
DRAP DRAP DRAP. With one hand covered in blood, the teenage girl tried to walk somewhere. Even though she didn't have a definite destination, she had the belief to get as far away from where she came from as possible so she could come out and tell everyone what was happening.
PIIP PIIP PIIP. The communication device affixed to her earpiece suddenly emitted a sound. "Haaakkhh... haaaakkhh... haaakhhh..." Her breath could only blow out erratically because the tiredness felt unbearable. She couldn't say a word.
"Solielle, Solielle, Solielle! Can you hear me?" asked a voice on the other side. The way he spoke showed that he was in a bad situation.
"Lean... der," called the girl dressed in the Special Proctor Gildas High School uniform softly. With all the last strength remaining in her throat.
"Soli, Soli, you have to go as far as possible. Save yourself and forsake us. The most important thing is don't even look back! Hanasta has betrayed us. He betrayed all the Mavka Caliginous who had supported him all this time. I swear in the name of the Volt family that I will avenge us all!"
"No, that's not true, Leander. Hanasta wouldn't do anything to harm his friends. We know him well, don't we?" replied the girl. Bruukh. Her body collapsed upright on the old railway track, stretching towards the exterior of the main academy wall, which seemed destined to crumble.
"Everything has become like this and you can still deny it?" Leander questioned in disbelief. He gripped his head, attempting to contain his emotions, attempting to fathom Solielle's perspective.
The girl decided, "We have to find Hanasta and find out what the real reason is. He wasn't the one who would do all this. There must be something manipulating him. I believe that."
Leander replied, "I hope you are right because I will kill him until he has no logical explanation for all of this chaos."
The connection was lost, yet the struggle had to persist.
*
Empyrean Zielle. Vienetas Vlatka Prison.
DUAASH DUAAK BRUUGH BRUUGH BRUUGH!!!
"Ohok ohok ohok!" Soooorr. The teenage boy, both hands bound behind his back, could no longer bear the agony and spewed a clot of fresh blood from his mouth.
Bukh. A member of Vienetas Vlatka called Saighdear Ēnsiger who was ranked low in the unit put the sole of his foot on the teenager's temple and pressed it as if he were stepping on a cigarette butt. "Look at this useless weakling! Only like that and he was vomiting blood. You've never faced any real challenges in your life."
The man in the same uniform beside him squatted down in front of the teenage boy and asked, "Should I extract something more significant from your stomach to make you talk?"
"I don't know anything, Sir," replied the teenage boy. Even though his body was very sick from the brutal torture of the Vienetas Vlatka soldiers, he was still not blind. However, for some reason, he couldn't see anything other than darkness.
How could his life become like this in the blink of an eye?
"So, your name is Raibeart from the Giollamhuire family," said the man who was squatting while reading a profile on a hologram sheet that was floating in front of him.
"Giollamhuire, you say?" remarked the man standing, arms crossed over his chest. With a cynical look at the teenage boy, he continued, "With that name, you should lead a comfortable life and not engage in anything peculiar. Sometimes, I'm baffled by what goes on in the minds of humans like you. No wonder you're just Mavka Caliginous."
Hearing his family's name brought up made the spirit of anger within Raibeart reignite. He immediately looked at the two men with a sharp gaze, "They have absolutely nothing to do with me being here now. Once again, I tell you that I have nothing to do with what Hanasta did. I barely knew the kid, and I despised him. I really hate him."
The two men fell silent when they heard Raibeart's words. What he had just said seemed to have a different vibe compared to all the self-defense efforts he had made since earlier.
Raibeart lowered his face, pleading, "You can't do this to me… or the world will descend into chaos."
"No, no," Saighdear Ēnsiger responded, rising from his squatting position. " It's only the lowly humans, like you, living in the desolate land of Sylvaine Macarena who will face destruction, you ungrateful Mavka Caliginous!"
Raibeart lifted his face once again, fixing a sharp gaze on the two men. He said, "You don't know who you are facing, damn Allerick Gildas!" he growled irritably.
*
Sylvaine Macarena. Caespes Area.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKHHHHHH!!!"
ZRUDUK ZRUDUK ZRUDUK ZREEETTT DRAANG CTAANG DDDDRRRREEDDDD GRAAK GRAAK DRAAAK DUAARR!!!
"Haaahh…"
After the mini spaceship they were on completely stopped. The teenage boy who was sitting behind the driver's seat immediately turned to the passenger seat only to find that the person he was carrying had almost all his soul left in his mouth. "Come back, come back!" he asked that soul. He immediately picked him up and carried the body, which was smaller than him, out of the plane which was about to explode.
"Your Majesty, hold on!" he asked the person he was carrying on his back while trying to open the door which seemed to be stuck by something. "Damn it, why is it so hard?!" he shouted, having difficulty pushing the door with only one hand because the other hand was used for carrying.
Cccsssshhh... The dangerous sound of electricity forced him to think faster so he could get out of there alive. Full of compulsion he finally put the unconscious body in a very awkward position; crouched halfway with one leg raised because the inside of the plane was damaged.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," the teenage boy whispered before returning to the bottom of the exit and ready to push it open with both hands. However…
TWOARRR. Zzzssshhh… zzzsssshhh… zzzzssshhh…
The engine in the cockpit finally exploded, sparking fire throughout the plane and making the air very tight. The smoke also made his vision start to become unclear. GREEKKK. Finally, he was able to push the door a little. He had to open it completely as soon as possible so that they wouldn't be roasted alive in there.
"Eeeeeekkkhhh!" push as hard as he can. DRAAK. Finally open. The teenager's eyes stared blankly at the outside world with oxygen intake which made him finally able to breathe better. Immediately he picked up the body of the person who was still unconscious and pushed him out of there first.
"Your Majesty, COME OUT! I CAN'T PUSH YOU IF YOUR HANDS STAY THERE," he shouted, his whole body wet with sweat. He didn't realize that part of his clothes had caught fire. However, for his safety, he was willing to sacrifice anything.
His thin consciousness made him unable to move and was like someone who had lost consciousness. However, the turmoil of the feeling of urgency that he felt for the first time seemed to force him harder on himself. Using the last remaining strength, he had he did what the stranger ordered.
"YES, CONTINUE LIKE THAT. I WILL PUSH YOU!" he shouted.
And… BRAAK. Finally, the person managed to get out of the spaceship they used to escape. He was the only one who had to try to get out in the middle of the countdown for the plane which was about to explode.
"HEAAAKKHH!!!" he shouted encouraging himself. However, something felt stuck making it difficult to climb.
He saw His Majesty standing on the grassland where they had landed. He shouted again, "GET OUT OF HERE QUICKLY! THIS PLANE WILL EXPLODE SOON! SAVE YOURSELF!"
"What about yourself?" he asked, feeling uneasy. Something like this was the first time he had felt in his life. He didn't know what to do. Is what he did right?
"I will…"
BLLLLAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!
Before the teenager had finished speaking, the plane he was trapped in had exploded and shattered into pieces. Was what he experienced the fruit of the karma tree?
"HANASTA!!!" shrieked His Majesty, unable to believe what he was witnessing.
What exactly had he just witnessed? What has happened to this universe?!