Chapter 1: The Boy Who Fell From a Broken Sky
The sky was burning.
Not with fire…
…but with silence.
Across the endless darkness of space, a world was collapsing.
Planet Dezuno — once radiant, alive with celestial energy — now trembled under a force beyond comprehension. Oceans lifted into the air. Mountains fractured like glass. The stars themselves seemed to dim in mourning.
Above the dying planet floated a lone figure.
Tall. Radiant. Unshaken.
His silver-lined armor glowed faintly against the destruction below, long hair drifting in the cosmic winds. In his arms, he held a child — small, unconscious, peaceful… untouched by the chaos swallowing their world.
The man's voice was steady, but heavy with grief.
"Forgive me… my son."
Below them, the sky tore open.
Darkness — not empty, but alive — watched.
Something vast.
Something ancient.
Something waiting.
The man looked toward it, eyes hardened.
"I will not let you claim him."
With one hand, he pressed his palm gently against the child's chest. Symbols of pure light spread across the boy's body, forming glowing seals that sank into his skin like stars disappearing into the night.
A deep pulse echoed.
The child's energy vanished — hidden, locked away.
The man exhaled slowly.
"Sleep… until the time comes."
Behind him, space bent as a small escape vessel formed — woven from pure Aetherion light.
The father placed the child inside.
For the first time, his composure broke.
"…Live."
The pod launched.
A streak of light cutting across the void — fleeing a dying world.
Behind it…
Darkness moved.
Watching.
Waiting.
Remembering.
And then—
Dezuno vanished.
Silence returned to the universe.
Seventeen Years Later — Earth
Rain fell softly over a quiet forest.
Thunder rolled across distant clouds.
A streak of light tore across the sky.
Then—
Impact.
The earth shook violently as something crashed deep within the trees, scattering soil and splintering wood. Smoke rose slowly into the night air.
Minutes passed.
Silence again.
Then footsteps.
A man and woman pushed through the trees, flashlights trembling in their hands.
"Daniel… what was that?" the woman whispered.
"I don't know," the man replied, voice tense. "But it wasn't a meteor."
They reached the crater's edge.
And froze.
At its center lay a smooth, silver pod — glowing faintly, untouched by fire or damage.
Then—
Click.
The pod opened.
Inside…
A child.
Peaceful.
Breathing.
Unharmed.
The woman gasped softly, dropping to her knees beside him.
"Oh my God… Daniel… he's alive…"
The man stared, stunned.
No burns.
No injuries.
No fear.
Just… calm.
As if he had always belonged here.
The child slowly opened his eyes.
Silver flickered faintly within them.
Then faded.
And for the first time…
Kai breathed on Earth.