CHAPTER 2: The Capable One

"Lightning slashed through the heavens, illuminating the world in eerie flashes. A great storm had arrived."

Arek swallowed hard, his heartbeat quickening.

He and his teacher rushed onto the balcony, their eyes fixed on the darkening sky. In the distance, a volcano—erupted with terrifying force. It was called Oculus, a name long buried in the forgotten history of war. Fiery rocks rained down upon the city, engulfing Tokyo in chaos.

The teacher, quickly grasping the gravity of the situation, wasted no time in contacting Japan's defense institution. Within moments, the nation's elite military squad mobilized, racing toward the disaster zone. But the volcano showed no signs of stopping. Molten lava spewed violently, consuming everything in its path.

Arek, watching the destruction unfold from the rooftop of their academy, turned to his teacher. "What should we do?" he asked, urgency thick in his voice.

The teacher's eyes were resolute. "We help the casualties."

Without hesitation, Arek followed his mentor into the heart of the destruction. As they navigated through the crumbling streets, Arek couldn't suppress his curiosity. "How did this happen? There were no warnings—no signs. Volcanoes don't just errupt out of nowhere."

His teacher's expression darkened. "I don't know," he admitted. "But Oculus had never erupted since it had formed. It was created during the Great Parafic War, a battle fought between two powerful factions wielding high-level magic."

Arek's mind raced. "The Parafic War… That was the war that tore Japan apart, wasn't it? The one that stripped the nation of its power and left it a mere shadow of its former self?"

The teacher gave a small nod, impressed by his student's knowledge. "Yes. After the war, countless territories fragmented, forming new countries driven by people's desire for independence."

By the time they reached the disaster zone, the situation had worsened. Smoke choked the air, and screams echoed through the streets. Without wasting a second, the teacher raised his hands and summoned an immense defensive barrier, shielding civilians from the falling debris. For a moment, hope flickered in the chaos.

Then, without warning, the volcano fell silent.

A heavy, oppressive aura burst forth from its crater, sweeping through the city like an invisible tidal wave. The sheer force of it was overwhelming. One by one, people collapsed—soldiers, civilians, even Arek and his teacher.

Across the entire city of Tokyo, consciousness was stolen.

All except for one- The strongest one.

Far away, in a distant village, a child was born. At that precise moment, two demonic entities descended upon the village, slaughtering everything in their path. The newborn's cries pierced the night as the demons seized him and vanished, their presence erasing into nothingness.

Back in Tokyo, as the strongest warrior in the nation reached the site of the eruption, the ominous aura abruptly dissipated. People stirred awake, bewildered and afraid. But the warrior knew better—this was no ordinary disaster. This was a sign.

As night fell, Arek returned home, still shaken by the events of the day. He bid his teacher farewell, unaware of the greater forces at play.

But the strongest one went beyond the reaches of mortal existence, in the deepest realms of the universe, the strongest human stood before the gods.

He bowed before them and uttered a single, fateful sentence:

"I think, he have found the capable one."