At first, it was just a feeling.

A vague sense of wrongness lingering in the air—something just beyond human perception. Some called it paranoia. Others dismissed it as exhaustion from the fast-paced modern world.

But those who listened closely—scientists, mystics, even ordinary people with sharp intuition—felt it.

Something was coming.

And by the time the world realized the truth, it was already too late.

The First Signs

It started with small, almost unnoticeable anomalies.

Clocks ticked out of sync. Digital devices displayed errors that no software engineer could explain. Airplanes disappeared from radar for seconds before reappearing, as if they had never left.

Then came the gravitational distortions.

In certain locations—random at first—gravity would weaken for a brief moment, making people feel light-headed or as if they were floating. Other times, it would intensify, pulling objects to the ground with crushing force.

Governments scrambled to find explanations, but none made sense.

And then… there were the whispers.

At night, people reported hearing voices in their sleep, speaking in languages that didn't exist. Some heard numbers, sequences that meant nothing. Others heard warnings—cryptic phrases that made their skin crawl.

"It's coming."

"The threshold is thinning."

"Prepare."

Psychiatrists called it mass hysteria. Scientists theorized it was an auditory phenomenon, an undetected electromagnetic wave affecting human perception.

But in hidden corners of the world, certain individuals knew the truth.

The world wasn't just changing.

It was evolving.

The Breaking Point

Then, on the night of The Collapse, reality finally reached its saturation point.

The moon shimmered in the sky, its edges warping and bending unnaturally. Stars shifted, their positions rearranging as if the very fabric of space was being rewritten.

And then—the first rift opened.

It started in New York City, where thousands of people had gathered for a concert. Without warning, the sky split open—a jagged, pulsing crack of golden-blue light that hovered above the stage.

For a moment, the world stood still.

Then—chaos.

From the rift, shadows poured out, writhing masses of darkness with glowing, faceless voids where their eyes should have been. They moved with impossible speed, grabbing people, twisting their bodies into unnatural forms.

Some died instantly. Others changed—their flesh turning black and crimson, their screams warping into something inhuman.

Across the world, more rifts appeared.

In Tokyo, an entire district vanished, consumed by a swirling vortex of shifting space. In London, the Thames ran backward, reversing its flow as if time itself had turned against the city.

Earth was no longer governed by the rules of the Third Dimension.

The Fourth Dimension had begun to descend.

The War of Survival

Humanity tried to fight back.

The militaries of the world mobilized instantly. Fighter jets scrambled into the sky, tanks rolled through the streets, and missiles were fired into the unknown.

But the creatures—dubbed "Invalids" by the survivors—were immune to conventional weapons.

Bullets passed through them like mist, explosions barely slowed their advance. Those who tried to touch them were instantly corrupted, their bodies melting into dark, writhing masses.

Entire cities fell in a single night.

Governments collapsed. Nations ceased to exist. Borders no longer mattered.

Humanity was no longer at war with each other—they were at war with a force beyond comprehension.

But amidst the destruction, something unexpected happened.

People began to change.

The Awakening

At first, it was just a rumor. Survivors whispered about people who could fight the Invalids—people who, instead of being consumed by the rifts, had absorbed their energy.

Abilities manifested in ways beyond human understanding.

Some could bend space around them. Others could manipulate time, fire, lightning—even concepts like gravity and probability.

These individuals became known as the Evolved.

But evolution had a price.

Not everyone who awakened an ability survived the process. Some people's bodies rejected the transformation, their minds collapsing under the weight of something greater than themselves.

Others—twisted into monsters, just like the Invalids.

And yet, those who succeeded in evolving became humanity's only hope.

They were the ones who stood on the front lines, fighting back against the apocalypse.

And amongst them—

One name would soon rise above the rest.

A boy who was never supposed to be special.

A boy who, on the night of The Collapse, was nothing more than a stubborn, lovesick teenager trying to confess his feelings for the 521st time.

A boy named Leonel.

And this is his story.