Prolonge

He was the future of humanity.

The evolved human.

A boy whose very existence defied logic, a mystery that perplexed the world's greatest minds.

Kings and queens of powerful kingdoms whispered his name, their curiosity laced with fear.

What was he capable of? Could he be controlled? Would he become a savior—or a harbinger of destruction?

The Creator, the one responsible for bringing this boy into existence, understood their concerns.

To them, he was not humanity's greatest achievement, but a weapon—one that could either elevate a ruler to absolute power or bring civilization to ruin.

Then, one fateful afternoon, the Creator was found dead in his lab.

A royal family, whose name remained undisclosed, had discovered the body.

And with the Creator's death, the greatest question arose:

Who had the right to claim the boy?

The world's leaders clashed over his fate.

Some saw him as a threat, an anomaly that should be erased before his power spiralled out of control.

Others believed he should be left to forge his own path, free from the influence of politics and war.

And then there were those who sought to harness his abilities, to use him as the Creator had intended—though his true purpose remained unknown.

Disagreements turned into disputes. Disputes became bloodshed.

And soon, a three-way war erupted over ownership of the boy.

His identity was a well-guarded secret, known only to the Creator.

Yet, one undeniable truth spread across the world—his right hand wielded miracles.

With a mere touch, he could heal wounds that no medicine could mend.

He could reduce a person to dust in an instant.

He could command beasts as if they were mere extensions of his will.

From these revelations, three factions emerged, each bearing a different depiction of his right hand:

The Church of Evolution – Symbolised by a hand wrapped in a growing vine, coloured in white and gold. They saw him as a divine being, the next step in human evolution.

The Bloodfist Alliance – Their emblem, a hand engulfed in flames, black and red in colour. They viewed his power as destruction incarnate, a force to be feared and controlled.

The Empire – Represented by a fist raised toward the sky, surrounded by swords and shields in purple and blue. To them, he was a tool, a weapon that could shape the world as they saw fit.

And so, the world descended into chaos over a boy no one had even seen. A child of evolution—whose fate was yet to be decided.