Prologue

Deep in a large forest, a battle had ended, leaving destruction all around. Trees were broken, and the ground was torn up. The forest was silent, except for the sound of a man breathing heavily. He was kneeling, his body bloody and beaten.

Standing nearby was the victor, Dali, king of the Blangers—a race not of this world. Dali looked strange and powerful. His blue skin glowed faintly, and his sharp features gave him an intimidating appearance. He wore loose, white pants with glowing triangular designs on them. His long, spiked bracelets caught the dim light as he moved. His pointed ears flicked slightly, as if listening to everything in the forest. Dali's expression was calm, almost bored, as he looked down at his opponent.

The man before him was Senshi, a human who had fought bravely but now knelt on the ground, beaten. His short, spiky white hair was messy and caked with sweat and blood. It was not overly full, the strands sharper and fewer, giving him a rugged look that matched the stubble on his jawline. His white T-shirt was ripped, his jeans torn, and his body was covered with deep cuts and bruises. Blood ran down his arms and legs, dripping into the dirt below. He leaned on his sword, the blade dug into the ground, his only support as his body struggled to stay upright.

Dali stepped forward, his body almost unscathed except for a small cut on his shoulder. A few drops of blue blood had stained his skin, but he stood straight and confident, as though the fight had been no trouble at all. His voice was calm but firm as he spoke. "So, this is the strongest of humans?" he said, his tone full of mockery. "You fought hard, Senshi, but in the end, you were no match for me. This is where your story ends."

Senshi slowly lifted his head, breathing hard. His eyes, though tired, still burned with defiance. His voice was low but steady. "You'll pay for what you've done," he said, his words cutting through the silence. "This… isn't over."

Dali gave a small smirk, shaking his head like Senshi's words amused him. "You humans never know when to quit," he said. "But no matter, this fight is over." He raised his hand, and a glowing blue orb began to form in his palm. It pulsed with power, lighting up the ground and trees nearby. The air around them grew heavy, and the ground beneath Dali cracked slightly from the force of the energy.

Senshi tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles white. His thoughts drifted, not to fear but to hope. 'I hope he survived,' he thought. 'He will make a better future.' A faint, sad smile crossed his lips as another thought followed: 'Your name… it was the right choice.'

The glowing orb shot forward, exploding upon impact with the ground where Senshi knelt. The blast flattened trees and left a large crater in the dirt. The sound echoed through the forest, shaking everything nearby. When the smoke cleared, the spot where Senshi had been was empty, nothing left but ash and rubble.

Dali lowered his hand, looking at the destroyed ground with satisfaction. Without a word, he turned and began to walk away, confident that his enemy was gone.

But something had happened that Dali did not notice.

Senshi's sword, thrown by the force of the explosion, spun wildly through the air. It flew across the battlefield, heading straight for a small baby hidden under some fallen branches. The blade came closer and closer, its edge shining in the light, but just before it could hit the baby, a wooden plank, knocked loose by the blast, fell and deflected the sword. The blade hit the ground a short distance away.

A shadowy figure stepped out of the forest. They moved slowly and carefully, their steps light and deliberate. Reaching the baby, the figure bent down, picked the child up, and cradled them gently. Then, the figure reached for the sword, gripping its handle and pulling it free from the ground.

As the figure straightened, they looked up and saw something in the sky. Far above the treetops, a silver ship hovered, its surface smooth and glowing faintly with blue triangular designs. The ship floated silently, a strange and alien presence in the sky. The figure stood still, watching as the ship rose higher and higher into the clouds. Slowly, the ship disappeared into the stars, leaving only the quiet sky behind.

The figure looked back down at the baby in their arms, holding them close. Without speaking, they turned and walked away into the forest. The trees closed in behind them, and the sound of rustling leaves replaced the silence.