Prologue :
The sky wept black snow.
Around him, buildings were shattered. Cars crushed against walls, their drivers motionless at the wheel.
A seven-year-old boy knelt in a pool of blood, clutching the hands of a man and a woman.
His eyes were oceans of boiling hatred—so dense it had lost its liquidity.
Then his expression froze. The white of his eyes swallowed his pupils.
Behind him, a crown of black roots bloomed from his neck, rising above his head like a twisted halo. A violet eye floated into its center, weeping liquid darkness.
An error had been created in the perfect lines of reality.
The world was not ready.