The first thing Lucius Valeris remembered about that morning was how quiet the world felt.
Not peaceful — unnaturally quiet, like every bird, every breeze, every heartbeat was waiting for something.
He stood atop the hilltop overlooking Seraphel City — the last human Kingdom, glowing gold under a pale dawn. Streets below buzzed with merchants, children ran with paper kites, and bells from the Spirit Chapel rang like they had for centuries.
Life looked normal.
But Lucius's hand wouldn't stop shaking.
Something was coming.
Something too big for anyone down there to understand.
He didn't know if it was fear or instinct — only that the sky felt wrong.
Like a painting that wanted to tear itself open.
The World They Believed In
History books said humans were saved a thousand years ago.
That the Seven Gods descended, slaughtered the devil race, and built a barrier to protect mankind forever.
Schools taught children to pray to them.
Statues of gods stood at every city gate, every home, every window.
But he had seen something no one else had.
The Holy Monastery's archives — forbidden writings, pages scorched as if someone tried to erase them — told a different story.
Something Extraordinary , i guess?
Lucius-"Hey Michael , what made you come here" ," i guess i needed this place you know for some peace " , "Since you are here, I.. like i cant explain how i am feeling", said lucius," but weird feeling since im resting here for a while". " Hmm just leave it , its nothing but stress, come on we need to attend the gathering at the king."
"But i" --- "just stop idiot , come on lets goo".
A Small Tear in the Sky
A sound like splitting metal cracked across the morning air.
The ground trembled just enough for cups to rattle and windows to ring.
Children stopped running.
Birds exploded upward in a black flock.
Lucius 's eyes snapped to the sky.
A scar — thin as a hair, glowing violet — tore through the blue like it was paper.
The clouds warped around it, spiraling like a drain.
The barrier was weakening.
People stared up, afraid to speak.
Mothers pulled children close. Soldiers shouted for calm they did not feel.
Then — a whisper, soft as drifting snow:
"They are returning..."
The crowd breathed as one — awe, relief, tears.
He stepped backward, heart pounding like war drums.
Because in his dreams — the same dream repeating every night — he saw the them
A soldier ran up the tower steps, breathless.
"lucius! Commander wants everyone at the citadel — now! They think the prophecy is real!"
Lucuis didn't move.
Instead he whispered, voice trembling:
"If the devils return — then how we will fight back!"
"And we're not ready."
The tear in the sky widened just a little more.
Barely an inch — but enough.
Enough for something to slip through.
A distant roar rolled across the sky like thunder — ancient, hungry, alive.
And in that moment, Aiden realized something horrifying:
On that day, humanity remembered—
not the comfort ...
but the terror of being prey once again.