Joachim_Tesha

An emotionally intense, brutal, and mysterious series set in a near-future world where chaos is reborn through power. A mysterious mineral named Datium infects people worldwide, turning many into Mindless, violent beings with random, unstable powers. However, others awaken with awareness and purpose. They are called the Awakened (Hunters)—and among them, a rare elite emerge: The Kings.
Amid the global storm, a quiet, underestimated soul named Blake—emerges from Africa with a power that defies every known level. More than a King, his rise shakes the balance of nations, forcing the world to question who truly holds the crown when destiny makes its final call. This series blends raw emotion, supernatural combat, betrayal and mystery. As the world spirals deeper into conflict, the Kings must either unite or fall… and only one can become the Supreme King.

KINGS - The Beginning

Ayla surges forward, channeling all remaining strength. She roars —She leaps into the air — A spinning punch collides with the Mindless's face.

A flash of light — the blow lands. The Mindless's head jerks, but slowly turns back…

Ayla lands, gritting her teeth, panting. She's already moving again. Another punch — this time with her full weight behind it. The Mindless catches her fist mid-air, calm as ever.

Ayla (whispers, shocked): "…No…"

Ayla is hurled down with a sickening slam, the ground splintering at the impact.

Ayla (in her head, breathless): "If it wasn't for my armor's reinforcement… I'd be dead ten times already." Before she can breathe — With her arm still in its grip, the Mindless swings her around then –

Another crater forms. The shockwave knocks a transport vehicle off-balance in the background.

Ayla's body leaves the ground — in the air — and before she even lands, the Mindless strikes.

Seven brutal punches in quick succession. Chest, shoulder, gut — bone-rattling impacts.

Ayla coughs blood, vision blurring. Her arms flail mid-air, her armor cracking further with each blow. Her breathing is shallow. Her aura flickers low. Ayla hits the ground hard — Laying on the ground, stillness, No tremble.

The Mindless steps forward. Calm. Effortless. Still smiling, like it barely used energy at all.

Blake was still adrift in the void of his own mind.

A future skyline burning under black suns. Kings falling to unknown figures cloaked in void.

Creatures, not Mindless, not human — walking across the ruins, untouched by flame. same throne, now empty… consumed by shadow.

A giant figure stands at the edge of it all, faceless, its presence enough to make Blake tremble. It looks toward him. He steps back.

Blake (whispering): "…Who are you?" No answer. Only silence…

Then— A single, final whisper: "It all begins."

Everything went black.

For a single heartbeat, there was only silence—no sound, no breath, no world beyond the racing thud in his chest.

A shockwave of pure force detonates from his body, blasting in all directions like an invisible bomb. Dust engulfs the field, ripping tents, shattering scanners, throwing medics and soldiers to the ground. Drones fall from the sky, spinning like dying birds. The earth groans as the air distorts — a wave of red-golden pressure spreading like a storm front.

The Mindless freezes mid-step, its face twisting. It gasps, as if feeling something ancient claw through the air.