The sky shattered like a mirror struck by the hammer of fate. The cracks did not only pierce the atmosphere, but also split reality itself. Dimensions shifted, continents that once stood firm folded like paper, and the laws of the world trembled, as if questioning their own existence. Amidst the destruction, a figure walked silently, untouched by the chaos, but its soul... full of gaping wounds.
Kael stood at the edge of the dimensional abyss. Below him, the vortex of reality spun like an unexplainable hell, a place that could not be understood by human logic. Whispers rose from the depths; the voices of the past, the whispers of death, the laughter of hatred. He stared downward with an empty gaze.
"A place fit for a monster like me," he muttered.
The Seventh Rift Flashback
The Seventh Rift was not merely an event. It was a wound inflicted by beings called "Pragmor" entities that transcended dimensions, whose existence was an anomaly within the structure of the world. Kael's world had never been the same since their arrival. In a forgotten war, seven rifts were created, and the seventh was the most unstable.
Kael realized that his body resonated with this place. His attributes vibrated, the number 4.9 on his panel seeming to attempt to break through the world itself. He could smell invisible blood, feel death in the air, and hear... his own laughter from a past long gone.
The Sky's Eye Organization: The Shadows of Observers
From the crack in the dimension, an entity watched him a figure in a robe with a symbol of an eye glowing on its forehead. They were not ordinary humans. They were the "Sky's Eye," an ancient organization that believed the world must be returned to its purest form before powers like Kael's corrupted the cosmic order.
"He... is the Rift itself," whispered one of them.
Kael ignored their presence, or perhaps he was too aware of them, but did not care. In his mind, only one thing remained emptiness. Not hatred, not vengeance, not hope. Just... nothingness.
Shattered Memories
A flash of the past hit him again. This time it was not about Lian, not about Lira, but about his mother whom he had never truly seen. Only a faint shadow, a figure who had handed him over to a tribe to be abandoned. Young Kael cried that day. But his tears stopped flowing when his body was beaten into silence. When he nearly starved to death and no one cared.
"You don't deserve to live," someone had once told him.
Now he lived. And all those who had said those words were long dust.
Rebirth in Darkness
Kael threw himself into the vortex of the Seventh Rift. His body did not shatter, instead... it merged. The unstable dimensional energy entered him, tearing, burning, reshaping. His attributes skyrocketed. 5.0.
Elsewhere, the sky cracked. Deva, beings from the Third Plane, looked at the sky in horror.
"A human... has touched the essence of the God of Chaos."
Kael stepped out of the vortex. His left eye glowed red like blood. Behind him, the dimension left footprints of his steps. Each of his movements cracked reality.
And he smiled. A smile that did not bring peace, nor happiness. But... an emptiness so deep, even time feared to approach.
"The world... will break with me."