Chapter 1 – dark and light that comes Part C (Final Chapter 1)

When Kaivan stepped through the supermarket’s sliding glass doors, a chill from the air conditioning brushed across his face. The air smelled faintly of freshly baked bread mingled with the sharp scent of cleaning supplies. His eyes scanned the aisles, sharp and deliberate. Then he spotted him—a boy in a blue denim jacket shifting restlessly.

Radit stood by the shelves, his expression clouded. His gaze darted between the products and the passing customers. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for men’s toiletries. In a rushed, nervous motion, he slipped the items into his jacket pocket.

Kaivan, not far away, observed from the corner of his eye. His heart raced, but he kept his face calm. This was the moment. Drawing in a long breath, he stepped forward, each movement deliberate yet steady.

“Hey,” Kaivan called, his tone warm yet firm. He stopped a couple of meters away, careful not to corner the boy. “Do you need help?”

Radit flinched. His hand froze inside his pocket. Whipping around, he stared at Kaivan, his face pale. Shock and suspicion glimmered in his eyes. “What’s it to you?” he snapped harshly, trying to mask his guilt.

Kaivan didn’t move closer. His calm eyes met Radit’s, his head tilted slightly in a disarming gesture. “I just want to help,” he said softly, his voice flowing like a soothing breeze.

Radit scoffed, though his body betrayed his unease. He glanced around nervously, checking that no one was listening. “Mind your own business, shorty.”

The jab made Kaivan flinch, but he took a single step forward, showing he wouldn’t back down. “You know,” he said, “if you get caught right now, your problems will get a lot worse. There are cameras everywhere, and security is always watching.”

Radit’s expression shifted instantly. He turned his head sharply, scanning the corners of the store for cameras. Cold sweat trickled down his temple. “I... I don’t have a choice.”

Kaivan exhaled slowly and moved closer, now just a meter away. Lowering his voice to a near whisper, he said, “Listen, I know what it feels like to be trapped. But this isn’t the way. If you need something, we’ll find another way.”

Radit went silent, his gaze falling to the floor. His trembling hand slowly left his pocket. With guilt heavy on his face, he pulled out the items and stared at them for a moment before placing them back on the shelf.

Kaivan gave a small nod, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “That’s better,” he said gently. “Now, let’s step outside. We can talk there.”

Radit’s eyes wavered, filled with inner conflict. But at last, he gave a small nod. Side by side, the two of them walked toward the exit, slipping past the unaware customers.

Outside, the streetlights glowed dimly, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. They stopped near a small park bench beside the supermarket, when suddenly two security guards approached. Their heavy footsteps cut through the quiet as their stern eyes fell on Radit.

“May we check your pockets?” one asked, his tone firm but not hostile. Radit swallowed hard, shooting a quick glance at Kaivan before nodding. Slowly, he opened his jacket, showing his empty pockets. The other guard gave Kaivan’s bag a cursory inspection but found nothing suspicious.

“Alright,” one of the guards said before both of them continued their patrol. Silence returned, broken only by the gentle whisper of the night breeze.

Radit let out a long sigh of relief. “Man, good thing I listened to you,” he muttered, his voice low, still tinged with suspicion. His eyes flicked toward Kaivan. “But why do you even care? We’re not exactly close at school.”

Kaivan smiled faintly, his gaze drifting toward the sky where the last hues of twilight gave way to night. “Maybe because I know what it feels like… needing help but not knowing who to ask.”

Radit froze at those words. They sounded strange, yet undeniably sincere. Something stirred inside him, deeper than this chance encounter. For a moment, flashes of his own choices, his struggles, and the dead ends he faced flickered across his mind.

“But now what? How am I supposed to get extra money for school?” he asked suddenly, his voice heavy with worry. The fragile moment of relief gave way to a weight far more real—the uncertainty of his future.

Kaivan’s hand tightened around the Omnicent Tome. A spark of insight lit up his expression, as if he alone could see a path laid before them. Turning calmly toward the book, he smiled with quiet conviction, as though guided by something unseen.

“You can throw a punch, right?” Kaivan asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp with intent. He looked at Radit, a confident grin spreading across his face. “Let’s wait at the bus stop. We’re going to stop a pickpocket.”

Radit blinked, stunned. “This kid… how the hell does he know a pickpocket’s coming?” he thought, disbelief crawling over him. Yet, despite the doubt gnawing at him, Radit followed. Something about Kaivan made him feel there was more at play than simple guesswork.

Not long after, a figure emerged from the shadows of the street—a man in a suit, carrying a briefcase, strolling calmly under the streetlights. He had no idea danger was lurking just a few steps away. Kaivan, seated quietly all this time, shifted. He gave Radit a subtle signal.

And just as the Tome had foretold, a pickpocket slipped from the shadows, moving with swift precision toward the unsuspecting man. As the thief’s hand shot out to snatch the briefcase, Kaivan signaled sharply.

Radit moved. In one fluid motion, his fist drove into the pickpocket’s face. The crack of impact rang out as the man crumpled to the ground. The briefcase tumbled free, skidding across the pavement. Without hesitation, Radit followed up—driving a kick into the thief’s gut, then another punch that left him sprawled unconscious on the sidewalk.

The suited man, shaken by the sudden violence, hurried over. His eyes darted between the thief and his rescuers, wide with awe and gratitude. Bowing slightly, he spoke with heartfelt warmth. “Thank you… My name is Levan.”

Under the glow of the streetlights, Kaivan stood calmly, while Radit—still flushed with adrenaline—couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at what they’d accomplished together.

As the calm of night settled once more, Levan felt compelled to express his gratitude in full. Looking at Radit, he said earnestly, “I would like to visit your home, to thank your family as well.”

Radit, still reeling from the whirlwind of events, managed a small, humble smile. “Of course, sir. They’d be happy to meet you.”

And so, bound by gratitude and an unspoken sense of fate, the three of them set off toward Radit’s home. Beneath the watchful night sky, the Omnicent Tome remained firmly in Kaivan’s grasp, its unseen pages guiding them into the next chapter of their intertwined destinies. New pages of life were being written—pages filled with unexpected turns and the quiet promise of change.

On a quiet morning, with dew still clinging to the leaves and sunlight slowly spilling over the city of Bandung, Kaivan rose from his bed, each step heavy with reluctance. This morning, like all the others, he prepared himself to face another day of pressure at school.

“Heading to school, Mom,” he said softly. His tone sounded casual, but within him, a storm churned that he could never put into words. His mother, busy preparing breakfast, only nodded without looking back, treating it as nothing more than routine.

As he approached the school gates, familiar voices reached his ears. Not warm greetings, nor friendly chatter, but jeers dripping with venom. A group of students, notorious for stirring up trouble, stood waiting like predators for their prey.

“Hey, Kaivan, the ungrateful orphan! How’s it feel to be parentless, huh? Must be nice, no rules, no one bossing you around!”

One of them sneered, his smirk sharp as a blade, his gaze filled with mockery. The words froze Kaivan’s steps in place.

He remained silent, too tense to respond. His body stiffened, head bowed low as he tried to ignore them. But the insults only multiplied. They moved closer, surrounding him in a tightening circle. In the distance, Kaivan spotted Tania—his former friend, once someone he had cherished—laughing lightly, her presence making the sting cut even deeper. She was the mastermind behind his social downfall.

“Look at him! Can’t even talk back! Must be fun, huh, Kaivan? Living without responsibility. No one cares if you succeed or fail!” another boy jeered, his grin cruel.

Though Kaivan stayed quiet, pain swelled inside his chest. He had grown used to this torment, but familiarity didn’t dull its edge. Shame and helplessness surged through him, crashing like relentless waves.

Then, before the next insult could escape their lips, a firm, commanding voice shattered the air.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Everyone turned, Kaivan included. There stood Radit, his posture relaxed yet brimming with authority. His right hand rested casually in his pocket, while his left gripped the strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, cut through the crowd like steel.

The aura radiating from Radit alone was enough to say he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly.

The group of bullies froze instantly. His presence swept over them like a sudden gust of cold wind. They all knew—Radit wasn’t the kind of person they could handle easily. Still, one of them, unwilling to lose face, forced a chuckle to cover his nerves.

“Ah, we’re just messing around,” he said with a shrug. “Just wanted to chat with this orphan a bit. Fun, you know? Finding out what it’s like to live without a dad.”

Radit’s eyes narrowed, his gaze as sharp as a blade. He took a slow step forward, each movement brimming with confidence.

“Chat, huh?” His voice was low, but it carried enough weight to make the boy falter. “Then why don’t you include me in the conversation? I’ve got time.”

The sharp challenge in Radit’s voice seemed to thicken the very air around them. Unease flickered across the bullies’ faces. One of them shifted as if to step away, while the others remained frozen, uncertain of what to do.

“C-Chill, Dit. We’re just messing around…” stammered the boy who had mocked Kaivan. But before he could finish his excuse, Radit moved.

It was almost too fast to follow—his fist slammed into the boy’s face with a solid, echoing crack. The impact sent the bully stumbling backward, clutching his reddened cheek in shock. Gasps erupted from the others, panic flashing in their eyes, yet none dared to step forward.

Radit stood tall, his gaze sweeping across the group like a blade of ice. His voice was low, edged with menace. “I don’t care if you’re joking or not. If you want to play around, try me instead.”

No one answered. They exchanged frantic glances, then one of them grabbed the arm of the boy who had been hit, urging him away. Wordless, they retreated in haste, vanishing down the corridor without a fight.

From a distance, Tania, who had been laughing moments ago, now stood motionless. Her eyes lingered on Radit, filled with confusion. Why? she wondered. Why would Radit—the one who never seemed to care about anyone—suddenly step in for Kaivan? The question gnawed at her, unanswered.

For Kaivan, that morning marked a shift. For the first time, someone had stood up for him. He couldn’t find the words to express the swell of gratitude in his chest, but he knew he would never forget this moment.

Under the bright blue sky, birds scattering across the air, Kaivan turned to Radit. His voice was little more than a whisper, yet it carried a heavy weight. “Thank you, Radit.”

Radit responded with his usual inscrutable smirk, somewhere between sincerity and his laid-back indifference. “Don’t mention it. Sometimes, they’re just too damn annoying.” He scratched the back of his neck, his hand rough with old scars, his tone casual despite the storm that had just passed.

They walked on toward class, side by side, silence settling over them—not heavy, but strangely comfortable. Yet in Kaivan’s mind, curiosity sprouted. Radit was showing a different side of himself lately, something deeper, more complex.

Sunlight streamed through the canopy of leaves, scattering across the path they tread. The normally busy walkway felt hushed, filled only by the rhythm of their footsteps.

Kaivan drew in a careful breath, mustering his courage. His voice was soft, carried by the morning breeze. “Radit,” he called, hesitating. “What really happened when Mr. Levan came to your house?”

Radit glanced over his shoulder, one brow raised, eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing the intent behind the question. “Levan?” he repeated flatly.

Kaivan nodded quickly, slowing his pace to match. “Yeah, about the pickpocket incident,” he pressed, his tone edged with urgency. “Why did he come to see you?”

Radit let out a faint chuckle, more like a sigh. His lips curved faintly, tinged with a distant warmth. “Oh, that,” he muttered, almost to himself. His shoulders rolled back as he straightened. “He went on about how I saved him,” he said, his voice light, though a subtle tremor lingered beneath. “Honestly, he made it sound way bigger than it was. I didn’t even know what to say at the time, so I just… kept quiet.”

Kaivan frowned, sensing there was more to it. “And he really wanted to repay you?”

Radit nodded slowly, one hand tucked in his pocket. “He said he’ll cover my schooling—all the way to college,” he admitted. His tone remained flat, but the faint disbelief in his eyes betrayed the weight of the offer. A short laugh slipped out. “Crazy, huh?”

“So… you’re going to college?” Kaivan asked, eyes wide with genuine excitement. It was rare for Radit to talk about his future, and this was a glimpse Kaivan didn’t want to miss.

Radit shrugged, his voice carrying its usual ease. “Who knows? Honestly, I’d rather work. But hey, if it’s free, why not?”

Kaivan smiled faintly, the kind of smile born from quiet understanding. Beneath Radit’s offhand words, he found something unexpectedly inspiring. That morning, so ordinary on the surface, felt like the beginning of something greater.

One morning, Kaivan awoke with an unusual spark of energy. Something resonated deep within him, as if the day itself promised something extraordinary. When he opened the Omnicent Tome, a fresh page caught his eye, bearing an unexpected command: “Go to the city’s main street near the square and river. Go alone. Bring super glue and rope. Meet a girl.”

Though strange, the instructions ignited his curiosity. What could rope and glue possibly have to do with this meeting? Who was this girl?

Cautiously, Kaivan packed everything the Tome had requested. The super glue went into his bag, followed by the rope—his preparation feeling more like gearing up for a mission than a casual encounter. A peculiar unease seeped into him, but one thing he knew: the Omnicent Tome never led him to anything meaningless.

As he threaded through the city’s labyrinth, narrow alleys hemmed in by towering, timeworn buildings made his steps feel dreamlike. Every corner whispered of hidden secrets waiting to be uncovered. The distant roar of traffic accompanied his walk, but Kaivan remained sharp, his eyes scanning every shadow.

When he finally reached the central square, his heartbeat quickened. The meeting drew near; that strange anticipation coiled tighter inside him. Suddenly, the Tome’s page shifted. A profile appeared before his eyes—the girl’s name: Zinnia. Her hair, a deep shade of plum with heavy bangs, matched the ID photo shown on the Tome’s parchment.

One line in her profile stood out sharply, drawing a frown from Kaivan. “Hates men.” The words were etched with unnerving clarity. He stood frozen for a moment, turning the phrase over in his mind. How was he supposed to help someone who, according to the Tome, already carried such a visceral hatred for his kind?

Not far away, a small commotion broke his train of thought. His gaze followed the sound and landed on a young girl strolling along the riverbank. Her steps were light, almost like a dance. This was Zinnia. She radiated confidence and joy—so different from the harsh description on the Tome. There was something magnetic about her presence.

That fragile harmony shattered in an instant. The strap of her sandal snapped, throwing her off balance. With a startled gasp, she stumbled forward, tumbling awkwardly to the ground. Kaivan, watching from a distance, froze. The position she landed in was unusual, leaving him startled and—against his will—keenly aware of the scene.

With the Tome still clutched in hand, Kaivan hurried forward. His steps crunched lightly over gravel, every stride laced with resolve. As he neared, he saw Zinnia scrambling to gather her belongings in haste, her movements tinged with weariness.

Kaivan stopped a respectful distance away, careful not to loom. In a calm, polite tone, he asked, “Are you alright, miss?”

Zinnia didn’t respond right away. She continued fumbling with her things, letting out a small sigh before finally muttering in a flat voice, “I’m fine.”

Watching her struggle, Kaivan crouched down, intending to help pick up the scattered items. But before his hand could touch anything, Zinnia’s voice cut sharply through the air.

“If you touch my stuff, I’ll scream thief.”

Kaivan froze, his hand suspended awkwardly midair. The atmosphere thickened, heavy with tension he couldn’t quite name. Inside, he wondered what had driven Zinnia to such raw defensiveness.

Carefully, he drew his hand back, his voice soft but steady. “I only wanted to help.”

“I don’t need help from anyone.” Her tone was cold, though beneath it there was the faintest tremor, barely perceptible.

So Kaivan remained there, crouched and bewildered, staring at her. How had a simple gesture of kindness turned into this strange confrontation?

Zinnia, meanwhile, stubbornly continued to pick up her belongings, though it was obvious she was struggling. Each time she bent to reach for something near the river’s edge, her body swayed, almost tipping over. Yet still, she refused—unyielding, unwilling to accept help, least of all from a man.

One look at Zinnia left Kaivan with a swirl of conflicting emotions. There was a strange sense of admiration rising within him. Even though she had flatly rejected his offer to help, he could sense a quiet strength buried beneath her exterior—Zinnia was showing the world that she could stand on her own, without relying on anyone.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of hurried footsteps broke through his thoughts. From the opposite side, Zinnia appeared again. She looked flustered, almost desperate, and when their eyes met, her gaze cut like a blade.

“You’re the one who stole my wallet when I fell, aren’t you!” she snapped without hesitation.

Kaivan froze, shocked by the accusation. His calm expression drained of color, disbelief written all over his face. His lips parted as if to speak, but for a moment his tongue refused to move. Finally, in a voice softer than usual, he managed, “How could I have taken your wallet? I never even came close to you when you fell.”

But Zinnia remained stubborn. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, burning with suspicion, as if daring him to deny her claim. “Then who else could it be? My wallet couldn’t just vanish into thin air!”

Kaivan drew in a deep breath, steadying himself. If he lost his temper, things would only spiral further. Keeping his tone calm, he said, “We need to figure out what really happened. Maybe it slipped somewhere nearby.”

Zinnia shook her head sharply. Her long hair swung with the force of the motion, reflecting the storm inside her. “I fell right here, when my sandal strap broke. So my wallet has to be around here!” Her voice rose with frustration as she jabbed a finger toward the spot.

Kaivan shifted his gaze around them, scanning the ground carefully. His eyes swept across the bridge until something unusual caught his attention—down by the riverbank, half hidden in the mud, was a small object out of place. He pointed toward it. “Look, could that be your wallet down there?”

Zinnia followed his finger. Her brows furrowed, hesitation flashing across her face. Then, all at once, her cheeks flushed red. A rush of shame spread across her expression as the truth dawned on her. Her accusation had been baseless. She stood frozen for a beat, staring at the wallet with a conflicted look of relief and guilt.

Kaivan let out a quiet sigh of relief. A faint, wry smile tugged at his lips. With a light tone, he quipped, “Seems like your wallet wanted to go for a swim.”

Zinnia glanced up at him, her eyes glistening faintly. She opened her mouth, but only a single word came out. “Sorry…”

Kaivan shook his head slowly. “It’s fine,” he replied gently. “I understand. Anyone would panic in that situation.” But the problem wasn’t over yet. Zinnia’s eyes lingered on her wallet, soggy and lying just out of reach. She bit her lip, hesitating, before murmuring, “So… can you get it for me?”

Without a word, Kaivan swung his bag forward, pulling out a coil of rope. With practiced hands, he tied it securely to one of the bridge’s sturdy posts. His movements were quick and precise, carrying the air of someone used to overcoming obstacles. Zinnia watched from close by, her expression wavering between awe and confusion.

As Kaivan began his careful descent along the side of the bridge, Zinnia couldn’t hold back her voice. “Be careful,” she called.

He glanced back just long enough to flash her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine,” he answered calmly, then continued down.

Every step was deliberate, his body balanced and steady against the slick surface. The rope was firm in his grip, the wind tugging at his hair as he moved downward with unwavering focus. His eyes locked on the wallet below, unshaken by the challenge.

At last, he reached the riverbank. Moving cautiously, he bent down to pick up the soaked wallet, making sure nothing valuable slipped out. Relief spread across his face as he raised it high, holding it aloft for Zinnia to see.

“Got it!”

Up on the bridge, Zinnia felt warmth bloom in her chest, a rush of gratitude washing over her. For the first time, she no longer saw Kaivan as just a stranger—he was someone genuine, someone she could trust.

When Kaivan climbed back up, his steps remained steady despite the water dripping from his clothes. Standing before Zinnia, he silently handed her the wallet. Yet the gentle smile on his face said far more than words ever could.

“Thank you,” Zinnia finally whispered, her voice softer than before. She clutched the wallet tightly against her chest, as though it were a treasure salvaged from the bottom of the sea.

Kaivan simply nodded and replied casually, “You’re welcome, Zinna.” Deep inside, though, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was the beginning of something far greater—something he couldn’t yet fully grasp.

“You… know my name?” she asked, her tone low but laced with suspicion. Her eyes locked onto his, demanding an answer he couldn’t escape.

The question struck him like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. Kaivan froze, caught completely off guard. The satisfaction he had felt just moments ago instantly melted into awkwardness. He tried to keep calm, but the nervousness was obvious in every twitch and fidget.

“Uh…” he muttered, scratching the back of his head as he scrambled for an excuse. He forced a half-smile and murmured under his breath, “It was… from the Tome of Omnicent.” But he knew he could never say that out loud.

Zinnia arched a brow, her skeptical expression making it clear she wasn’t convinced. And Kaivan hadn’t even given a proper explanation yet.

He quickly added, fumbling to fix the situation, “I-I mean, I saw it on your uniform. Your name’s written there.”

Zinnia let out a small sigh, her expression softening at last. But the tension quickly shifted into something oddly comical. She glanced down at her broken sandal, lifting it slightly with a sour look.

Kaivan noticed instantly, struggling to stifle a laugh. “Uh, Zinnia,” he said with a grin, “are you sure you’ll be able to get home like that? Your sandal’s broken.”

She shot him a sharp glare but then let out a small chuckle. “Oh, it’s fine. I’ll be just—”

Before she could finish—

“Eh—ehhh?!”

The other sandal snapped as well. She staggered backward, unable to keep her balance.

Kaivan darted forward, reaching out instinctively to catch her.

Unfortunately…

His hands landed exactly where they shouldn’t have.

And at the very same moment, Zinnia toppled—straight onto his hands.

“S-Sorry—!” Kaivan yelped, eyes wide with panic.

Zinnia froze, her entire body stiffening as she felt his hands move. Her cheeks turned crimson, heat flooding her face.

Then—

“Wha—?! Y-You’re squeezing them?!”

Her voice burst out in a mix of outrage and embarrassment. With her cheeks burning, she snatched up her bag and slammed it down on Kaivan’s head.

“THAT WAS A REFLEX!!” Kaivan cried, desperately trying to explain.

But it was already too late. The second swing of her bag came crashing down on him mercilessly.

Kaivan cleared his throat, trying to shake off the absurd moment from earlier. “Looks like your sandals really don’t feel like cooperating today.”

He crouched down and picked up the broken sandal. “Hold on a second.” Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a small piece of string and some glue. His hands moved with practiced ease as he began repairing the sandal, making Zinnia watch him with a mix of awe and amusement.

“You’re like Doraemon,” Zinnia said with a small smile. “Always pulling out the right thing at the right time.”

Kaivan shrugged, his expression serious yet laced with humor. “True. The world could really use more Doraemons.”

Zinnia sit there, watching him still crouched over her sandal. She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft as she spoke with a hint of guilt. “You were trying to catch me earlier, weren’t you? But I ended up hitting you instead… Sorry about that.” Her eyes carried a sincere glow.

Kaivan lifted his head and gave her a faint smile. “It’s fine. Honestly, I should be the one apologizing. Grabbing a girl like that…” His fingers worked deftly, threading the string through and adding glue to the worn edges.

Zinnia quietly sat down beside him, fascinated by his careful movements. The golden afternoon sun outlined her silhouette, the breeze brushing past her hair. “You’re pretty good at this. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Kaivan didn’t answer right away. He only gave a small smile as he kept working, but inside he felt something unusual—normally he was awkward around new people, yet with Zinnia, everything felt strangely natural. Her laughter carried a warmth that erased the distance between them.

Zinnia rolled her eyes lightly, though the small smile on her lips betrayed her mood. She slipped her sandal back on, testing it before glancing at him with a look of relief. “Thank you,” she said sincerely, her voice warmer than before.

Kaivan extended his hand with a gentle grin. “I’m Kaivan,” he said, introducing himself properly.

Zinnia took his hand, her smile equally warm. “Zinnia,” she replied, her tone friendlier than ever. For a brief moment, they simply stood there beneath the darkening evening sky, both sensing this encounter might be the start of something bigger.

Brushing the leftover glue from his fingers, Kaivan let out a small laugh. “It’s nothing, really. I just happened to have some experience with things like this. Besides, walking around here barefoot would’ve been a nightmare.”

“True,” Zinnia agreed, her voice carrying a more serious note. “This place is full of sharp rocks. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.” She tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear, her gaze lingering on him with unspoken gratitude.

Leaning casually against the railing by the river, Zinnia tilted her head, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “So, what actually brought you out here, Kaivan?” she asked, her voice gentle yet probing.

Kaivan paused, glancing at his phone before looking back at her. He let out a small

Zinnia looked at him and broke into a wide smile. “Yeah, our first meeting may have been silly, but it was fun.” She pulled out her phone, and within moments, they exchanged numbers.

As they parted ways, Kaivan walked home with a spring in his step, his mind swirling with excitement and curiosity. Yet, what Zinnia didn’t know was the weight of the secret Kaivan carried. Inside his unassuming bag rested the Tome Omnicent—a mysterious artifact that was not only a part of his life but also a key to a destiny far greater than he could ever imagine.