The world greatest enemy was vanquished by the hands of the heroes. Volkner, one of the six wielders of the Eyes of Angels, fell in an epic battle that brought an era of terror to its end. His legendary skill in combat, known for its supernatural precision, was not enough to save him. He collapsed with the wind's whisper, his blood staining the earth, and his once radiant eyes dimming into darkness. In his final moments, as death approached, an angel appeared before him.
"Volkner," the divine being spoke, its radiant wings shimmering against the sky. "Your time has not yet come. I offer you a second chance, but at a cost."
Volkner, feeling life slipping away, gazed at the angel with the last flicker of his will. "What is the price?"
"Your powers—the Eyes of Angels—will be lost. In exchange, you will return twenty years into the past. Relive the years, armed with the knowledge of your defeat. Your memories will remain, but you will be without the strength you once possessed. Use this knowledge wisely… and take your revenge."
There was no hesitation. For Volkner, the opportunity to erase the stain of his downfall, to plan his vengeance with foreknowledge, was worth the price. He accepted the deal. His body dissolved into nothingness, his presence erased from the present. But in the past, twenty years earlier, a man sealed in a distant dimension, waited for the day he would be free to take revenge—his mind filled with memories of what was to come, and the fire of revenge burning in his heart.
And so, in the shadows, Volkner began his preparations. He watched. He planned. The heroes were blissfully unaware of the storm brewing against them. This time, Volkner would not fall so easily.
Isaki Ryo knew nothing of Volkner's return, nor of the danger that lurked on the horizon. His life had been calm so far, but today was the beginning of a new chapter for him. At the age of twelve, he was about to start the mandatory three-year military training, a tradition in his village that marked the passage from childhood to the life of a warrior. Those who passed the training were eligible to join the Academy for Gifted Individuals, a place where only the strongest could rise.
He woke up before dawn, the sky still shrouded in darkness, a cold breeze flowing through the cracks in the window of the small home he shared with his father, Izaku Ryo. Isaki stood in front of a simple mirror, looking at his reflection. His brown hair was messy from sleep, and his brown eyes stared back at him, filled with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. He knew today was important—it would mark the beginning of his path toward strength.
From a young age, his father had drilled the importance of training into him. It wasn't just about becoming strong physically, but about preparing for a world where only the strong could survive. Yet Isaki didn't possess the special eyes power like some special people. All he had was the Aura, a common ability many people could harness, which allowed him to enhance his strength and speed in combat. But it lacked the raw, mystical power of the Eyes of Angels or Demons, the rare gifts bestowed upon a chosen few.
Even without those extraordinary powers, Isaki was determined to become strong—strong enough to protect himself, and one day, to prove his worth and achieve his goals. His first goal was simple: to enter the Academy and show that he could rise through sheer hard work and willpower.