The wind howled through the dark alleyways as rain poured relentlessly, drenching the city streets in cold misery. Beneath the flickering glow of a broken streetlamp, a boy stood alone. His clothes were torn, his body bruised, and his silver-white hair clung to his face, soaked from the downpour.His name was Bolt, and tonight, he had lost everything.His family had abandoned him. They didn't even bother to look back. No last words, no explanation—just the hollow echo of their footsteps fading into the night.His father had said he was worthless. His mother had called him a curse. His older brother had just smirked, as if this was how things were always meant to be.Bolt didn't even cry.What was the point?He had known for a long time that he wasn't wanted. At school, the other kids tormented him, calling him "trash," "freak," and worse. Teachers turned a blind eye. No one cared.Now, standing in the freezing rain with nothing left, he clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.Why? Why was I born just to be abandoned?His breath came out in short, shaky gasps. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness inside his chest.Lightning flashed across the sky, momentarily turning the dark streets silver.Then, the sky cracked open.A brilliant, blinding shockwave erupted from the horizon. It wasn't an explosion—it was something bigger.A deep, deafening roar filled the air, as if the earth itself was screaming.Bolt stumbled backward, shielding his eyes. His heartbeat slammed against his ribs as the very atmosphere shook.Then came the heat.It rolled over the city in waves—not like fire, but raw, untamed energy. It surged through buildings, shattered windows, and made the very ground beneath him tremble.Something was happening. Something beyond human understanding.And then came the screams.Not just from people. From something else.Bolt turned, his breath hitching. From the shadows of collapsed buildings, they emerged.Monsters.They were unlike anything he had ever seen—twisted creatures of bone, shadow, and hunger. Their eyes glowed with eerie colors, their bodies shifting and writhing as if they were barely contained by reality itself.Some had wings. Others slithered. Some walked on all fours, dripping black ooze from their fangs.They weren't just attacking.They were hunting.Bolt took a step back, but his foot slipped on the rain-slicked pavement. He crashed onto the ground, breath ragged.One of the creatures turned toward him.It grinned.A deep, guttural growl rumbled from its throat as it stalked forward, talons scraping against the asphalt.Bolt's body locked up. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe.This is it, he thought. This is how I die.The monster lunged—And then—BOOM.A surge of power exploded from deep within Bolt's chest.His body lit up with energy, veins glowing with vibrant colors. The air around him crackled. The rain halted mid-fall, frozen in time. The ground beneath him fractured, the pavement cracking apart.His senses sharpened.He could hear every raindrop, every heartbeat, every terrified breath in the distance.He could see the energy flowing through the world—the electric pulse of life, the shifting currents of the wind, the veins of magma deep beneath the earth.He could feel the elements themselves calling to him.Fire. Water. Wind. Earth. Ice. Shadow. Lightning.They were all his.A voice boomed inside his mind, deep and ancient."You are chosen.""You are warborn.""You are mine."A mark burned itself onto his chest, glowing with intricate symbols of war and power. His body felt like it was on fire—no, like it had become the fire.The monster in front of him hesitated, its glowing eyes narrowing.Bolt lifted his hand on instinct, and suddenly—Flames erupted from his fingertips.But it wasn't normal fire. It shifted—blue, white, black—changing with his emotions. It was not just fire. It was power itself.The monster snarled and leapt at him—Bolt's body moved on its own.He twisted, stepping aside with an inhuman speed, and with a single swipe of his hand—A gust of wind roared to life, slamming the creature into a nearby wall. Before it could recover, ice spread across the ground, freezing its limbs in place.Bolt's heartbeat pounded. He didn't know how he was doing this—he just was.The creature screeched, trying to break free—Bolt's eyes flashed.A bolt of lightning exploded from his palm, piercing straight through the monster's chest.It convulsed. Then, with a final shudder, it disintegrated into nothing.Silence.Bolt stood there, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands trembled, the glow around his body slowly fading.The rain resumed. The world exhaled.He looked down at himself. At the glowing veins of power. At the symbols burned onto his skin.He wasn't weak anymore.He wasn't powerless.He had been abandoned. Forgotten. Thrown away.But now—He was something else.Something more.And the world would soon learn what it meant to forsake him.