Nothing change in my boaring life just like the sky
The sky had been normal that morning.
That was the part Tora remembered later — how painfully normal it had looked.
Blue. Too blue.
He was on the roof of an abandoned shopping complex, sitting on the edge with his boots dangling over six floors of broken glass and rusted cars. The wind carried dust and the faint smell of something burnt far away. It always smelled burnt now.Three years since the Collapse.Three years since monsters started appearing in places they shouldn't exist.
Three years since the System began assigning "levels" to terrified civilians like it was some kind of game.Tora didn't believe in gods.He didn't believe in heroes either.He believed in hunger.And survival.Behind him, someone pushed open the rooftop door."You skipped patrol."Lucy Silverina's voice wasn't angry. It rarely was. It just carried expectation.
Tora didn't turn. "You handled it."Ronan nearly lost an arm."He grows it back."There was a pause. Lucy walked closer, her boots light against the concrete. She stopped a few feet behind him."You don't get to detach like this," she said quietly.Tora finally looked at her.
Lucy always looked clean, even in a dying world. Silver hair tied back. Eyes too sharp for someone her age. She wore authority like it fit her naturally — and it irritated him.
"Detach?" he asked. "You think I'm detached?"
"You haven't slept."
"I don't need to."
"You do."
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Somewhere below, Ronan's laugh echoed through the stairwell — loud, reckless, alive. He was probably arguing with someone about rations again.Normal.Almost normal.Then the air changed.It wasn't wind.It wasn't sound.It was pressure.Like the world inhaled and forgot how to exhale.Lucy's eyes lifted first.
Tora felt it a second later — not on his skin, but inside his ribs. A pull. A tightening. Something ancient brushing against something equally ancient.The clouds stopped moving.Completely.
Even the drifting smoke from the distant fires froze mid-air.
Lucy whispered, "Do you feel that?"Yes."The sky flickered.Not like lightning.Like glass under stress.And then words appeared.Not bright. Not flaming.Just there.Clear. Immovable.—Authority Synchronization Complete.—Tora stood up slowly.Across the city, alarms began going off — not triggered by people, but by systems glitching all at once.Lucy's voice was barely audible now. "It's never done that before."More words formed.
Authority of Devouring — ConfirmedBearer: Tora IkotoFor a second, Tora genuinely thought he was misreading it.Lucy turned toward him slowly.The world seemed to tilt.His chest tightened — not from fear.From recognition.
He had felt it before.That pull.
That endless, quiet hunger that started the day monsters first appeared.He had survived things he shouldn't have survived.He had absorbed things he shouldn't have been able to touch.He had told himself it was luck.The sky disagreed.
Below them, the metal railing bent inward with a low groan.Not from wind.From him.Lucy took a half-step back without meaning to.Another set of words formed.
Authority of Judgment — Confirmed
Bearer: Lucy Silverina Her breath caught.
For the first time since he'd met her, she looked uncertain.The air around her shimmered faintly — like heat distortion — then settled.
From somewhere inside the building, Ronan shouted, "Why is my arm glowing?!"
The sky continued.
Authority of Evolution — Confirmed
Bearer: Ronan Kurp
Ronan burst through the rooftop door, wide-eyed, one arm half-transformed into something not entirely human."What did you idiots do?" he demanded.Then he looked up.And went silent.
For several long seconds, none of them spoke.
The city had stopped.No monster cries.No distant explosions.Even the wind refused to move.Then the sky glitched.The words distorted.Flickered.Error.Unauthorized Authority Detected.The air turned cold.Not temperature cold.Absence cold.Tora felt it instantly.Whatever he was..Whatever Lucy was…Whatever Ronan was becoming…This was different.Authority of Void — Unregistered
Entity Identified: Sylas Mikojuha
The name felt wrong.Not powerful.Just… empty.
And then it vanished.Erased like it had never existed.The clouds resumed moving.
The smoke continued drifting.Somewhere far off, a monster screamed again.Time restarted.
Ronan lowered his arm slowly. "Okay. So. That's new."Lucy looked at Tora. "You knew.""No," he said honestly. "I didn't."
But deep down—He had.The hunger inside him wasn't fear.It was anticipation.The world hadn't ended three years ago.It had only begun selecting its pieces.And now—They had names.
Outside the city, in a place the System could not properly mark—
A young man with dark, unreadable eyes looked up at the sky that no longer showed his name.
He smiled faintly.
And the shadows around him refused to reflect light.