"The morning was like any other. I sat at the old wooden table, the smell of toast and eggs filling the kitchen as I dug into my breakfast. The world was still, quiet, and for once, there was no rush to get anywhere."
"Then, suddenly, the sky cracked open."
"It wasn't thunder, nor was it a storm. It was something far more unnatural—a brilliant streak of light tearing across the sky. It was as though the heavens themselves were shattering. People poured out of their homes, their gazes drawn upward in a collective mix of fear and awe."
"I watched with the rest, my fork halfway to my mouth, as the light grew brighter. The sky itself seemed to darken, casting an eerie shadow over the earth. And then—without warning—the source of the light fell."
"A massive, glowing rock, descending from the heavens. It plummeted toward the earth with a force that should've shaken the ground, but when it hit, the earth didn't tremble. There was no explosion. No catastrophic impact. It simply landed."
"And then everything went quiet."
"It wasn't long before people started to notice the changes. Powers began to manifest—powers that no one had ever imagined. Some could call upon the wind, others could control fire or move with unimaginable speed. Healing, illusions, telekinesis—there was no limit to what people could do."
"The world was changing , it became a super natural world"
"However something was off with me everyone was getting powers but I didn't see anything no change in me for months I didn't talk to anyone I got call from my friends and everyone they had gotten powers even my younger brother got the power of fire but I didn't".
" After a year when the world got used to powers and the necessary research was done on it tests were conducted for people who didn't show any signs of power so naturally I went there to the hospital to get myself checked and there what I feared the most happened !!"
"Mr HAKAN !" The doctor came up to me and asked me to follow him.
"Please have a seat " we went to his office and I was sitting right in-front of him waiting to see what my power was my heart was racing.
"There seems to be a problem!!"
"What do you mean doctor ?" I was confused I didn't understand what was going on.
"This is the fifth time you are taking this test right ?"
"Yes doctor that is correct " I was scared the thought of being powerless was killing me. I wanted a power it didn't matter if it was a stupid useless one I just wanted one.
"When the tests came, I was hoping for something—anything—but when they focused their energy on me, there was nothing. No power. No light. Just silence."
"And in that moment, I realized—this world wasn't meant for people like me."
"I always thought something was wrong with the machines that is why I kept calling you again for the test but"
"BUT WHAT!!??" my heart started racing.
"It seems you don't have any powers !!" he looked at me with disappointment.
It may be a news for him but for me it was the end of the world. For a complete year a was hoping to get a power everyone around me had powers I didn't have any power unlike everyone else I had nothing .
I went back home frustrated having nothing at all . I could see anything why friends and family were there and they all looked at me as they were expecting something from me.
"Big bro ! youre back!" as I entered the house my younger brother came running at me.
"Did you get any powers? I wanna know!!" he looked at me with excitement and expecting everything from me.
Obviously I was his brother he looked up to me for him I was the best there ever was.
"Lets talk about it later " I told him that and went to the my room.
Unlike me he had the power of flames at a young age of 16 he was considered very strong same case for my sister she was an excellent healer she could restore a missing limb .
"HAKAN!! Dinner's ready!" My mother's voice echoed from upstairs.
"Coming!" I called back, but my response was automatic, as my mind churned with unease. I quickly washed my face, attempting to calm the knot of anxiety in my chest, and made my way downstairs, unaware that what awaited me would shatter everything.
The moment I stepped into the dining room, I froze.
There they all were—friends, family, relatives—everyone who mattered, gathered around the table. Even Iffah, my beautiful fiancée, stood there, holding the dish she'd helped my mother prepare. Her smile was warm, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside me.
Eirik, a close friend with the power of ice, leaned forward, eyes glinting with excitement. "What powers you got, buddy?"
Soren, my younger brother, bounced on his heels. "Big bro's gonna have amazing powers! I just know it!" His voice, full of hope, made my stomach twist. The pressure was mounting, and I didn't want to disappoint him.
"Come on, tell us!" Iffah's voice was soft and encouraging, but it only made me feel smaller, more exposed.
The eyes of everyone in the room turned to me, their anticipation heavy in the air. I felt their expectations pressing down on me, and I had nothing to offer. My mind blanked, and the words caught in my throat. I was drowning in their hope.
Before I could speak, a voice cut through the tension.
"Unfortunately, that won't be happening."
Doctor Galem appeared in the doorway, his cold, authoritative presence filling the room. He was my father's closest friend, and the one responsible for overseeing my test results. His gaze swept across the room, and the air seemed to freeze.
"What do you mean, Galem?" My father shot to his feet, confusion and concern clear in his voice.
The others went silent, their faces tightening as the weight of the situation pressed down. The room seemed to hold its breath.
"HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY POWERS!" Doctor Galem's words landed like a blow. "The only person in the world who doesn't."
The silence that followed was suffocating, and my heart sank. My world seemed to tilt, the floor beneath me no longer solid.
Eirik's laughter broke the stillness, bitter and sharp. "Ha! He was a loser anyway!" he sneered, his words slicing through the room. Slowly, others joined in, their laughter rising like a storm.
But as the mocking sounds filled the air, I looked around at my family. My parents, eyes filled with disappointment. Soren, frozen in shock. And Iffah... Her face, twisted with hurt and disbelief, cut deeper than anything else.
I wanted to shrink away, to disappear, but I stood there, paralyzed by the weight of their gaze, the sting of their laughter gnawing at my insides.
"Let's go, this loser can't do anything."
Voltair—another friend of mine, the one who used to have my back whenever I found myself in trouble—said those words as he turned to leave. He didn't even look back, walking out of the house without a second thought. "You're nothing but a loser," he muttered, "no talent at all."
The words hit like a slap, but they were only the beginning. One by one, people started to leave. Friends, relatives, even acquaintances. Each one shared a snicker, a dismissive glance, and then disappeared out the door. Their laughter echoed in my ears, but it wasn't just the sound that cut deep—it was the weight of their judgment.
I couldn't look at my mother.
Her face had crumpled, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. The pain, the shame in her eyes was more than I could bear. This was the heaviest disgrace she had ever felt, and it crushed her more than I ever thought possible.
I stood frozen, unable to move, trapped in the silence that followed. My heart felt like it was being torn from my chest, and the laughter, the judgment, the disappointment—it all blurred together, suffocating me.
"You have something to say?" Iffah spoke softly but the probe she threw at her audience was fraught with undisguised questions. She stood before me with her hands folded in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes on the off chance that I had solutions—a words to say, a plan to make, anything at all. But I couldn't meet her gaze. My throat was creaking up as if to choke on words that wanted not to come out. What could I possibly say?
"I…" I started a sentence and checked myself before I could complete the thought. She took her time waiting for a response knowing that the doctor's words would change her life from one of hope, to seemingly a life with no hope.
After the dinner, she packed her things. "I will leave for home," added the lady softly though coldly. The reminder of our reality stung: we were not man and wife as yet, and so she could not remain with me, even if she preferred it.
Turning around at the door, she looked back. Its as if she wanted to say something but then changed her mind again and closed her mouth. "Goodnight,Hakan,"she mumbled-the last word out,with the hint of sadness.
Iffah had always been there for me I stood at the door and let her walk away and I sighed for the rest of my life cannot give her. , especially when I could not support her confidence in my abilities when I no longer could. But now, without any means, direction or hope for the future what can I possibly do to deserve the faith she put in me?
Even then the sound of the door closing as it shut itself behind him seemed to emphasise closure and separation as any link that had been build between us seemed to fade.
"You've disappointed me, son!" my mother's voice cut through the silence like a blade, her words sharp and cold. I stood there, frozen, powerless to defend myself as the weight of their judgment crushed me. My chest tightened, the sting of her disappointment far worse than any blow. All I could do was watch as the fragile image of my place in this family shattered before me.
After the recent events we started to live in a society where people were respected in terms of power my family was overpowered except for me all of them had amazing abilities and there was me a complete and utter disappointment.
That night, as I sat in my dimly lit room, staring blankly at my desk, the door creaked open. Soren stood there, leaning casually against the frame, his fiery red hair catching the faint glow of the hallway light. His eyes, though bright with energy, held a hint of worry.
"You know," he started, his voice softer than usual, "powers aren't everything, big bro."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Easy for you to say, Flame Prince."
Soren winced at the nickname, but he didn't argue. Instead, he walked over and plopped down on the edge of my bed, his weight making it creak. "I'm serious. I wouldn't have gotten through training without remembering how you used to help me study for exams. You never gave up on me, even when I failed over and over."
I looked at him, surprised. "That was different, Soren. This… this is the real world. Powers define everything now. Without them, I'm just—"
"Stop," he interrupted, his tone firm. "You're not just anything. You're my brother. You're the guy who taught me how to throw a punch, who stayed up all night helping me memorize combat stances for my tests. You're the one who kept this family together when Dad was gone on missions." . My father was in military so it was natural for him to go on missions and leave thee family to me but this time it was different.
Soren's words hung in the air, heavy and raw. I felt a lump in my throat, but I swallowed it down. "And look where that got me," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Soren reached out, gripping my shoulder. His hand was warm, almost too warm, a subtle reminder of the power coursing through him. "It's not about where you are now," he said. "It's about where you're going."
For a moment, the silence between us felt like a shield against the world's judgment. Soren stood up, his usual cocky grin returning as he headed toward the door. "Just don't forget, big bro—fire burns brightest in the darkest nights."
As the door clicked shut behind him, I sat there in the quiet, his words replaying in my mind. Maybe, just maybe, he was right.
I decided to go for a walk at the near park it was late at night, when the world was quiet, I'd go to the small park near my apartment. I'd practice with a wooden stick, imagining it as a weapon. My movements were clumsy, my swings awkward, but for a moment, I felt like I was fighting back against the universe that had cast me aside." 9 months had gone by and the world around me had completely changed.
I started my degree as a software Engineer for the next 9 months I used to get bullied get beaten everyday by those who wielded powers even though I was experienced in martial arts but that didn't change anything much. Soren would come to save me everyday I was ashamed but I couldn't do anything each day I would go home and get scolded by my mother she kept on reminding me what sort of a failure I was but I couldn't bare it today.
"Look at that a good for nothing idiot is back !!" she said that taunting me as usual it had become a routine but I had enough of it.
"WELL YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO ME IF I AM A FAILURE!!!!!!" I lost control and shouted that and ran away to my room even as at the age of 21 I was running and crying like an idiot loser .
15 minutes later my father walked in "I heard what you said to your mother is it true??"
"Yes father I'm sorry I didn't wanted to do that" I kept crying weeping my tears as if I was a boy .
"Oh! For crying out loud !! youre 21 stop crying like a baby " he scolded me for acting like a baby.
"listen son ! she is a women she gets effected by what the people around her say " my father sat next to me and put his hand around my shoulder comforting me
"Its not as if she doesn't love you she just cant stand everyone calling her son weak "
"But father I am weak I am the most useless person in the world nothing but a failure "
"So what if you don't have powers? True strength comes from the fire within—the will to rise, to fight, and to carve your own destiny when the world deems you powerless."
That's the one thing that my father said to me that I remembered .
Two years had gone by since the first asteroid struck, two years since the world was turned upside down and powers became a part of everyday life. Humanity had adapted, thrived even, with heroes and guilds protecting the fragile balance.
Another day came by just as normal the world had changed powers became a daily usage everything was normal except the sky.
The sky once a symbol of hope, that gave humanity its amazing powers now bore a different omen.
Hakan stood motionless on the edge of a desolate cliff, the cold wind whipping his hair as the whispers grew louder, carried by a wind that seemed to chill his very soul. He looked up, his heart sinking as stars vanished from the night sky, swallowed by a creeping darkness that spread like ink across the heavens. Then, without warning, the earth trembled beneath his feet.
In the distance, pillars of light erupted from the ground, tearing through the soil like jagged teeth. They twisted and spiraled into the sky, solidifying into ominous, blackened towers that seemed to hum with
malevolent energy. The towers stretched impossibly high, and at their base, rifts tore open, vomiting out creatures of pure nightmare—monsters that snarled and roared, their grotesque forms illuminated by the dim red glow of the rifts.
The chaos spread like wildfire. Cities burned as heroes and guilds clashed with the invading beasts, their powers illuminating the battlefield in bursts of flame, lightning, and ice. But for every monster slain, two more took its place.
Hakan's fists clenched as he watched the battle unfold, powerless to intervene. He was no hero, no savior. He was just a man without powers in a world that now demanded them. As a horde of monstrous creatures barreled toward him, his survival instincts kicked in. He turned and ran, the roars of the beasts echoing in his ears.
The ground beneath him trembled with each monstrous step, and the screams of the dying filled the night air. Hakan's legs burned as he pushed himself toward the cliff's edge, the world narrowing to the pounding rhythm of his heart. But when he reached the edge, his breath caught in his throat. He realized there was no escape
A vast sea stretched before him, its dark waters churning violently under the stormy sky. Behind him, the growls of the monsters grew louder. He was trapped—no escape, no chance.
Among the carnage, he spotted the lifeless body of a fallen hero, their weapon still clutched in their hand. Without thinking, Hakan grabbed the weapon—a gleaming sword streaked with the blood of its enemies—and turned to face the advancing beasts.
Hakan lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air in a desperate arc, but the monsters were too fast. Claws raked across his chest, shredding flesh with brutal precision. Agonizing pain seared through him as his right arm was torn away in a sickening burst of blood. Scarlet sprayed across the ground like a macabre rain, yet he pressed on, fueled by a raw, primal will to survive.
His breath came in ragged gasps, and his vision swam, the world dissolving into a hellish blur of pain and chaos. Each heartbeat thundered in his ears, a countdown to his inevitable demise.
The largest beast loomed over him, its maw widening, ready to deliver the final blow. But then—light.
A radiant, blinding light exploded from the sky , an overwhelming force of purity and wrath. It descended like the judgment , annihilating the monsters in an instant. The strongest hero had launched an attack so fierce it destroyed every monster present The earth shook under its power, and the air vibrated with an otherworldly hum.
The impact sent Hakan hurtling backward, the force tearing him from the ground and flinging him into the void beyond the cliff. For a fleeting moment, he was weightless, suspended between life and death, the cold wind roaring in his ears.
Then came the fall.
The darkness of the sea below rose to meet him, its icy embrace promising oblivion. Silence swallowed the world as he plunged into the depths, the light above fading into an unreachable memory.
For days, search parties scoured the area, but there was no sign of Hakan's body. To the world, he was gone—a powerless man who had met a powerless end. His name became a footnote in the chaos, overshadowed by the heroics of others.
But fate wasn't done with him yet.
On the shore of a distant, uncharted island, Hakan's battered body washed ashore, clinging to the edge of life. Three robed figures found him and carried him to their hidden sanctuary deep within the island's jungle. There, their master, a mysterious figure cloaked in shadow, examined him with a piercing gaze.
"Heal him," the master commanded, and the healers worked tirelessly, their hands glowing with energy. Piece by piece, they mended his broken body, restoring his lost limbs with a mysterious power. They healed him completely but little did we know that this person who just woke up , the person who just had a near death experience will never be the same person ever again.
As Hakan opened his eyes for the first time since the fall, his eyes now had lost its humanity . He wasn't the same man who had stood helpless at the edge of the cliff.
"You are awake young lad" a low voice asked hakan who had just gotten up .
"Where am I? Who are you?" His voice trembled with confusion, a torrent of questions flooding his mind. Overwhelmed and drained of every ounce of strength, he collapsed, slipping into an exhausted slumber. The world he once knew was gone, irrevocably transformed forever.
The world had suffered huge loses it was the darkest day in history . That day became known as Humanity's Darkest Hour, with 1.5 billion lives lost in the wake of the monsters' rampage. Though the heroes eventually forced the creatures back into their towers, the world bore deep scars. The towers themselves remained—a grim reminder of the catastrophe, their dark spires looming over the horizon, radiating an ominous energy that defied time and space.
As the chaos subsided, researchers and scholars began to unravel the towers' mysteries. It was discovered that the only way to erase a tower from existence was to ascend its treacherous levels and defeat its guardian—the Tower Boss. Victory over these powerful entities brought unimaginable rewards: treasures of legend that could reshape the fate of nations. Weapons capable of splitting mountains in a single strike, radiant stones that amplified the wielder's abilities beyond comprehension, and ancient artifacts brimming with untold power.
The towers quickly became a proving ground for heroes. Those who dared to challenge them were hailed as humanity's saviors, risking their lives to safeguard the fragile peace. Yet, with such power and riches at stake, a dangerous imbalance began to emerge. To prevent the misuse of power and ensure that heroes remained protectors rather than oppressors, a global organization was established—the Heroic Accord.
The Heroic Accord became the governing body of all hero activity, setting strict rules and guidelines to monitor their actions. Heroes were evaluated, ranked, and assigned missions according to their abilities, with tower expeditions being closely regulated. The Accord's primary mission was to ensure that the strength heroes gained from the towers was used to protect, not dominate, and that the world's balance was maintained.
The Accord also formed elite enforcement units known as Vanguard Sentinels, tasked with keeping rogue heroes in check and handling disputes between guilds. Through their vigilance, the line between heroism and tyranny was upheld, ensuring that those who fought for humanity's survival never lost sight of their purpose.
In this new world order, heroes were more than just warriors—they were symbols of hope, chosen to stand between humanity and annihilation. With the guidance of the Heroic Accord, they ascended the towers not just for personal gain but to secure the future of mankind.