(Full official publishing-ready translation)
1 — The Fall
The sky did not warn them.
Harrowfield was living a normal morning when a blinding white light tore the sky open—
a light that looked like the dawn itself had shattered and fallen.
It struck Termo directly.
He did not feel heat.
He felt cold.
A deadly cold erupting inside his bones.
His body trembled violently as icy pain wrapped around his chest and choked the breath out of him.
He collapsed to the ground, fingers shaking, vision spinning.
He tried to stand—
his legs would not move.
He tried to crawl—
pain stabbed through him like thousands of needles piercing into his flesh.
A silent scream escaped his mouth.
"F…Father…"
The word cracked as it left him.
And each time he tried to move—
the pain only grew sharper, colder, heavier.
Then he saw his father.
2 — The Father's Battle
His father stood against a monstrous demon—
a massive creature with twisted limbs and a face with no features except a wide, bloody grin.
Termo's father was a wielder of Kanto Force,
one of the rarest combat powers in existence.
His sword glowed with blue energy, surging with every strike.
But the demon…
was stronger.
Termo tried to get up.
Tried with every ounce of strength he had—
but the moment he moved even a little,
pain exploded inside his chest and slammed him back into the dirt.
"Move… please…"
His voice was a broken tremble.
His arm refused to obey him.
His muscles stiffened more with each breath.
His vision blurred into light and shadow.
And then he witnessed the moment everything shattered.
The demon swung.
A single strike.
His father was thrown across the battlefield, crashing into a burning wall.
Termo screamed—
but the scream stayed trapped inside his throat.
He tried crawling to him.
One inch.
Half an inch.
But each attempt sent knives of agony tearing through his body.
"Fa…"
He couldn't even finish the word.
His body collapsed completely.
His face pressed against the cold earth, breath fading.
And then—
His left eye ignited.
Not with gold like his normal eye.
But with silver light, glowing fiercely, coldly, unnaturally.
Frost formed around his cheek…
And darkness swallowed him whole.
The last thing he saw before losing consciousness:
Two demon eyes—
floating alone in the distance,
watching him
and only him.
3 — Silence After the Massacre
Hours passed.
At dawn, the flames died, the demons vanished, and silence draped itself over the ruined village.
Termo lay among the ashes.
Unmoving.
But alive.
A thin circle of frost surrounded his body—
the echo of the cold that had consumed him.
4 — The Arrival of Ravan
A lone figure approached the village.
Tall, carrying a worn but powerful sword.
His name was Ravan—
a wanderer, a former warrior,
a man haunted by a past darker than the shadows around him.
He did not arrive by accident.
He had sensed a power awakening—
a cursed power that should never exist in a child.
He stepped into the square.
The cold lingering in the air caught his attention immediately.
"This wasn't an ordinary demon raid…"
Then he saw the boy.
Ravan knelt and touched his shoulder.
The cold pierced his fingers like ice.
He noticed the closed silver eye.
"…So you are the source."
He lifted Termo easily.
The child felt weightless—
yet the aura around him was anything but.
Then he felt it.
Something watching him.
Ravan turned his head.
Through the fading smoke…
two demon eyes glowed faintly.
Not attacking.
Not fleeing.
Simply watching the boy.
And then they vanished.
"I see…"
Ravan muttered.
"Someone wants you alive."
With the rising sun behind him,
Ravan left the ruined village, carrying the boy who would change the world.