Three years before the main story started.
In Arhal City, a thirteen-year-old boy with blonde hair and emerald green eyes stood on top of a building, looking down at the streets below.
His expression was bored, his chin resting on his palm.
"So boring. What should I do?"
He glanced toward the distant skyline.
The city was alive with noise.
Trains and cars moved, and countless advertisements were displayed on open screens. But none of it interested him.
"Should I just watch those cartoons again?"
"No, that was even more boring."
He tapped his fingers against the railing.
"I should ask Uncle about more interesting things to do."
-RUMBLE
The sky above darkened. Dark clouds rolled in from the horizon, swallowing the sunlight and casting the entire city into an unnatural twilight.
The boy's eyes widened. He had seen storms before, but nothing like this.
The clouds were too vast, too fast, as if something was pushing them.
-RUMBLE
