The story begins with the sound of sirens blaring from every direction.
This is not a scene from Earth. Nor is it from our solar system. This is a distant world—millions of light-years away, in the Simora Galaxy, within the Terano Solar System, on a planet called Hakako.
The sky is dark, almost unnaturally so. Two moons hang above, casting pale silver light over Hakako's dense forests and towering mountains. The landscape looks calm at first glance—silent, still, untouched.
But that silence is deceptive.
Because cutting through the stillness is a piercing sound—the relentless wail of emergency sirens.
High above, dozens of patrolling warships circle the planet. Their scanning beams sweep across the land like searchlights hunting for an enemy. The movement of those ships makes one thing clear: this is not an ordinary planet. Hakako is home to a civilization far more advanced than Earth—technologically superior, militarily powerful, and always alert.
In the center of the capital city stands a massive fortress. Its towering iron walls are lined with embedded turrets and defense cannons. Soldiers rush along its corridors and battlements in visible panic, as if responding to an unexpected catastrophe.
Something terrible has happened.
Then suddenly—a scream echoes through the city:
"The King has been killed!"
"The Prince has escaped!"
"Capture Prince Rakato!"
"He's leaving the planet!"
"Prince Rakato murdered the King!"
Within minutes, the rumor spreads like wildfire across the entire capital.
Chaos erupts.
Civilians shout in fear. Children begin to cry. Armed soldiers flood the streets, gripping sharp, glowing blades. Every intersection in the capital is occupied by heavily armed guards. All eyes turn toward one place—the royal palace.
And then…
From within the drifting mist, a shadow emerges.
A tall man dressed entirely in black steps forward. In his hand, a gleaming sword reflects the moonlight. His presence is calm, controlled—but dangerous.
He gives a single command:
"Find Rakato. Capture him. Dead or alive."
Soldiers scatter throughout the fortress, searching every corridor and chamber.
And then—the man in black sees him.
Prince Rakato.
Around twenty-two years old. Pain written across his face. Confusion burning in his eyes.
Before Rakato can react, the man in black lunges at him. They collide, and a fierce battle begins in full view of soldiers and civilians alike.
Then something extraordinary happens.
Rakato begins to rise into the air.
Gasps spread through the crowd. Soldiers freeze. Civilians stare in disbelief.
Rakato's eyes begin to glow—brighter and brighter.
The man in black shouts desperately, "No… Rakato, don't!"
But it is too late.
A blinding beam of energy bursts from Rakato's eyes like a concentrated laser. It shoots past the attacker and slams into the palace wall behind him.
The impact is devastating.
The massive wall explodes into fragments, collapsing inward. The man in black is buried beneath the rubble.
For a moment, there is silence.
Then the soldiers regain their composure. They tighten their grip on their weapons and slowly advance toward Rakato. Civilians retreat in fear.
That night, the skies of Hakako echo with only one name:
Rakato.
Rakato flies upward and lands inside one of the palace towers. There, he meets an elderly man waiting in the shadows.
Rakato's voice trembles. "I never thought he would go this far."
The old man looks at him with seriousness. "Control yourself. Leaving now is the right decision."
Rakato's eyes fill with tears. "Everything is over."
The old man places a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Nothing is over. This is only the beginning. You still have much to accomplish."
Their conversation turns to a mysterious object—a spherical device.
The elderly man opens a secured box and removes half of a metallic orb—precisely cut into two equal parts. He hands one half to Rakato.
"The coordinates for Mooros are already set," he explains. "At your destination, you will meet my brother. He holds the other half of this sphere. Only he can reveal your true importance—who you really are."
He pauses before continuing.
"I trust you will find him. As for what you must do next—you already know some of it. The rest will become clear when you arrive."
With that, the old man steps into a lift and disappears.
Rakato makes his way toward his spaceship, Mooros. But when he looks up, he sees military ships filling the sky above the palace.
To avoid detection, he moves through the inner corridors instead.
Suddenly, a group of soldiers blocks his path. They carry unusual weapons—not traditional blades, but advanced guns that fire glowing neon cords. The cords act like energy restraints; once they wrap around a target, they tighten instantly, binding the victim completely.
Rakato raises his hands slightly.
"Listen to me. At least hear me out."
Standing among them is the army commander.
"Prince," the commander says coldly, "there is nothing left to hear. Arrest him."
The soldiers step forward.
"So you won't listen?" Rakato asks quietly.
"I said arrest him!" the commander repeats.
Rakato lowers his head for a moment.
"Forgive me."
What follows happens in seconds.
Rakato moves with overwhelming speed and precision. He dodges the glowing cords effortlessly, redirecting them so that the soldiers become entangled in their own traps. Within moments, every soldier lies restrained by their own weapons.
Rakato looks at the commander.
"We will meet again soon."
—
He boards Mooros and begins the launch sequence.
As the engines power up, the scene cuts back to the rubble within the palace courtyard.
The broken wall begins to tremble.
Chunks of stone slowly rise into the air—as if lifted by invisible force.
The man in black stands up from beneath the debris, completely unharmed.
With a gesture of his hand, he hurls the floating fragments toward Rakato's departing spaceship. The debris strikes Mooros—but the ship remains unaffected, protected by advanced shielding.
The man in black stares at the ascending vessel and speaks coldly:
"My brother, Rakato… how far do you think you can run? Your death is destined to come by my hands."