Prologue : The Birth of the Unreachable

A World on the Brink of Change

The city thrived under the dying light of the sun, a sprawling metropolis where towering skyscrapers loomed over ancient streets, blending tradition and progress in a seamless dance. Monuments of forgotten eras stood alongside modern structures, a testament to a world that had endured countless rises and falls.

As the sun dipped beyond the horizon, the sky darkened, unveiling a vast expanse of stars. The two moons—one golden, one crimson—rose side by side, their celestial glow casting an eerie beauty upon the world.

People retreated to their homes, the streets growing quiet as the city prepared for rest.

But within the heart of this peaceful night, inside the grandest mansion, peace was nowhere to be found.

A piercing scream shattered the silence.

Inside a lavish chamber, a breathtaking woman lay upon a grand bed, her silk robes soaked in sweat, her breaths ragged with agony and anticipation. Around her, maids rushed frantically, their hurried footsteps blending with the tense commands of the doctor overseeing the birth. The air was thick with urgency, each passing second stretching into eternity.

Then, as the child began to emerge, the world itself seemed to respond.

The once tranquil night twisted into chaos.

Clouds churned violently, swallowing the moons' glow as if the heavens themselves recoiled in fear. A deep, guttural thunder rolled through the sky, shaking the world to its core. In the distance, wild beasts howled, sensing the shift in nature itself.

In the heart of the city, candles flickered, and restless figures stirred in their beds, troubled by a presence they could not name.

Inside the room, the maids froze in terror.

Then—just as suddenly as it began—it stopped.

A strange, unseen force swept through the mansion, stilling the storm, calming the chaos as if it had never existed. It was as if reality itself had been rewritten. The tension lifted, but an undeniable presence lingered in the air—an unspoken truth that none dared acknowledge.

Yet, beyond the walls of the mansion, far beyond the reach of mortal senses, the impossible was happening.

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Somewhere far beyond the known world...

A realm untouched by time lay cloaked in eternal night. The Shadowed Wastes, a place where not even the stars dared to shine. An exiled domain, home to remnants of forgotten races, shattered gods, and ancient beings who once ruled the cosmos.

Here, in the middle of a vast and lifeless desert, a woman ran.

She was unlike any mortal. A single, curved horn adorned her forehead, her violet eyes glowing with ethereal brilliance. Her presence commanded the very air around her, though exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders. She clutched a large egg, its shell pulsating with an ancient energy.

Behind her, figures pursued, their shadows flickering through the void.

"You have nowhere left to run, Aria," a deep, mocking voice echoed. An older man, clad in ceremonial robes embroidered with forgotten runes, stepped forward. "Surrender the treasure."

Aria's grip tightened around the egg. "I will never hand it over!" Her voice wavered, but her resolve burned bright.

"You and your wretched clan betrayed us—slaughtered my people—all for this single artifact. I may not fully understand its worth, but I know one thing..." Her eyes burned with defiance. "If you want it, then it must be worth more than any of us realize. And I will not let you have it!"

The man smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "And how do you plan to stop us?"

Laughter erupted from his men. One of them licked his lips. "Boss, before we kill her, let me have some fun—"

Then it happened.

A pulse.

Not an ordinary tremor. Not an earthquake.

Something vast and unknowable spread through the air, a ripple that defied all logic, all space, all time.

For an instant, an unknowable force swept through them all. It was neither light nor darkness, neither energy nor matter—it was something beyond existence itself.

All at once, they felt it.

Reverence. Pain. Ecstasy. Dread. A flood of emotions surged through their souls, yet one sensation stood above all others.

Fear.

Aria's breath hitched. She knew what this was.

Taking advantage of their momentary distraction, she activated a wormhole, an escape route she had prepared in desperation.

The lead pursuer's face twisted in rage. "Damn you! I won't let you escape!" With a furious shout, he unleashed a devastating attack, the force of it enough to shatter entire worlds.

But she was already halfway through.

The attack tore through her, ripping apart half of her body before she was flung into the void. Her destination—unknown.

The man stood still, his hands clenched. He knew the consequences of his failure. Something far worse than death awaited him.

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Elsewhere…

In a place where time did not exist, a figure clad in black armor knelt before an empty throne. Shadows flickered around him, their movements whispering like forgotten memories.

When the ripple reached him, his head lifted slightly. A faint glint flickered in his eyes.

"My liege..."

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Across worlds, realms, and dimensions, powerful beings felt the same disturbance.

A young man seated upon a throne, surrounded by beings of all forms, froze as the ripple passed through him.

A deep, simmering rage filled his eyes. "So… you finally crawl out of hiding? Like a coward?" His voice was calm, but the air around him crackled with barely contained fury. "You will know my wrath."

The others in the room trembled, their fury echoing his own. Their rage was so vast, it could swallow entire worlds.

Then, as if nothing had happened, they resumed their discussions.

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Unaware of the storm his existence had stirred, the child finally entered the world.

The earth trembled, the sky rumbled, and then... silence.

The moment his eyes opened, everything stilled.

The mother, the doctor, the maids—all fell into a trance. They stared, hypnotized, unable to look away.

For this child's eyes were unlike any other.

His black sclera contrasted with an iridescent, multicolored iris—an infinite array of constantly rotating circles, shifting in a mesmerizing dance.

A gaze that defied reality itself.

Minutes passed before anyone regained their senses. The doctor, hands still trembling, finally spoke. "Congratulations, my lady. You have given birth to a boy."

The woman smiled, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she held her child close.

Gently, she whispered, "My beautiful little boy… from this day forward, your name shall be...

Harvis Cassian."