Chapter 0: The Night Of Fate

The night was heavy, silent, until a strange sensation filled the air around Alec’s home. Alec awoke to see two figures in his room, both barely visible but unmistakably out of place. One, cloaked in shadows, radiated a dark power that felt suffocating, while the other figure—lighter, more uncertain—seemed urgent, almost desperate.

Without a word, a fierce clash erupted between them. The dark figure, powerful and unyielding, pressed forward with overwhelming force. The lighter figure was losing ground, struggling just to stay upright against the relentless assault. Alec couldn’t understand what was happening, only that his heart pounded faster with each passing second.

The lighter figure, realizing he was outmatched, made a swift, desperate move. He pulled out a small device, glowing faintly in the darkness. In an instant, Alec felt a jolt, and he was pulled out of his room. Before he knew it, he and the lighter figure had been transported nearly a kilometer away, far from his home. Alec looked around, disoriented, as the light figure vanished, leaving him alone in a blur of confusion.

Panic washed over him, and he instinctively started to run back toward his home. He arrived only to be met with silence and an emptiness that seemed to press down on him. He opened the door and stumbled into the stillness, finding nothing but the traces of what had happened—the tragic aftermath of a battle he couldn’t understand.

And there, in the quiet darkness, Alec felt the sharp sting of loss.