When there was nothing the only Gods Alac , Ethos and naid created the universe.

Now in the present in a green large forest a teenage boy is running away from something the boy is scared of and his eyes showing fear of something. That teenage boy is screaming "help!! I didn't want to die like this " and suddenly a creature appeared the same size as a human with sharp claws , like a creepy animal and blue in appearance. The creature injured the teenage boy with his claws the boy is bleeding a lot screaming but suddenly the creature is dead now cut in 2 pieces and we see a man with a sword in suit " oi get up kid " the man said to the boy " who are you? " The boy said

The man in the suit stood over the boy, his sword gleaming under the faint light that filtered through the dense forest canopy. His stance was firm, and his cold, unblinking gaze never left the boy's trembling figure. The boy, still clutching his bleeding side, looked up at the stranger with a mixture of confusion and fear.

"I'm someone who doesn't like to see a kid die before his time," the man replied, sheathing his sword in a swift motion. He knelt beside the boy, his movements deliberate, but not hurried. "You're lucky I was close by."

The boy's eyes darted back to the creature—its blue, mutilated form now lying lifeless, twitching slightly as if it had once been something more. He shuddered at the sight of it. The creature's claws were still lodged in the dirt, and the blood left behind on the ground seemed to stain the very earth itself.

"Who... what was that thing?" the boy gasped, trying to sit up but wincing as pain surged through his body.

"Does it matter?" the man asked, his voice flat and unreadable. "It's dead now. You're still breathing."

The boy's breath was ragged, and his chest heaved with effort. "I... I don't know what happened. I was just running. I didn't mean to—" He stopped himself, as if unsure how to explain his panic.

The man's expression softened ever so slightly. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small vial, uncorking it. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, an iridescent blue. "This will help with the bleeding," he said, gently tilting the vial to let a few drops fall onto the boy's wound.

The moment the liquid touched the skin, the boy's pain eased, and the bleeding slowed to a trickle. The boy's eyes widened, and he looked up at the man in shock. "What is that? Who are you?"

The man sighed and stood up, brushing off his suit as if the whole ordeal were beneath him. "Names don't matter. Not for someone like you."

"What do you mean, someone like me?" the boy asked, still trying to make sense of what had just happened.

The man's lips curled into a faint smile. "You're more than you think. But that's a story for later. Right now, you need to get somewhere safe."

The boy hesitated, then looked back at the forest around them. The fear was still in his eyes, but something deeper—curiosity—was beginning to take hold. "Safe from what?"

The man's expression darkened, his gaze distant. "Safe from everything. Things like that creature… they're just the beginning."

The boy stared at the man, still unsure of what to make of him, but one thing was certain: he wasn't going to survive alone.

"Come on," the man said, offering the boy a hand. "We've got a long way to go."