His name was Kael Veyron.
And he had nothing.
No power. No talent. No Seal.
Not even a home.
Thrown out like trash alongside his mother after his father remarried, Kael learned early that the world didn't care about fairness. His stepmother poisoned everything—spreading lies, twisting truths—until the blame crushed his mother completely.
Then came the law.
In this world, abandoning a woman came with punishment. Compensation had to be paid. But for the rich?
That was nothing more than pocket change.
His father paid the price.
And erased them from his life.
Kael remembered the day his mother died.
Not from illness.
Not from age.
But from shame… exhaustion… and a world that refused to let her breathe.
After that, there was only silence.
And hunger.
Years passed.
Kael survived the only way he could—begging, working scraps, doing whatever it took to stay alive. People ignored him. Mocked him. Stepped over him like he didn't exist.
Because in a world of Seals—
A person without even one was less than nothing.
Until the day everything changed.
It happened in an alley.
Dark. Quiet. Wrong.
Kael wasn't supposed to be there.
But hunger doesn't care about "supposed to."
That's when he saw them.
Men in black.
And something worse—
Sealed users.
Not heroes. Not protectors.
Monsters.
They dragged another Sealed user across the ground like prey. Someone powerful… broken. Bleeding.
Kael froze.
Because everyone knew the truth:
Sealed users were worshipped like gods.
No one questioned them.
No one touched them.
So what the hell was this?
Before he could think—
A presence fell over him.
Heavy. Crushing.
Like the world itself had decided to bury him alive.
A man stepped forward from the shadows.
Calm. Smiling.
Terrifying.
Their eyes met.
And in that moment—
Kael knew.
He wasn't supposed to see this.
Darkness swallowed him.