Chapter 1: silent
Season 1, Episode 1: The Boy With No Power
Chapter 1: Silent
Silence.
An eclipsed moon hangs in the middle of the sky. A thin silver ring surrounds the black disk, like a circle of light trapped inside an endless darkness.
Beneath it lies a ruined city.
Broken buildings stretch across the horizon. Cracked roads divide the earth into countless fragments. Thin trails of smoke rise from the ruins, drifting into the motionless air.
Nothing moves.
Nothing makes a sound.
In the middle of the devastation, two figures stand facing each other.
One is surrounded by a swirling vortex of red, purple, and black energy. The light twists around his body like a living storm, illuminating only fragments of his silhouette.
His face remains hidden beneath the darkness.
Across from him stands another figure.
His clothes are torn. His body is covered in wounds. Blood runs down one side of his face, but the shadows conceal his features.
He has no visible aura.
No glowing energy.
Nothing that reveals what he is capable of.
For several seconds, neither figure moves.
Then the figure surrounded by darkness slowly raises his hand.
Red and purple light gathers in his palm.
The air begins to tremble.
A moment later—
BOOM!
A violent blast tears across the ruined city.
The second figure twists sideways, narrowly avoiding the attack. The energy crashes into a shattered stone structure behind him.
The entire structure vanishes beneath the impact.
Dust erupts into the air.
Before it settles, the wounded figure charges through the cloud.
His footsteps strike the broken ground. He moves with everything his battered body has left.
He closes the distance.
His fist connects with the other figure's face.
For an instant, the red-purple energy flickers.
The impact forces the mysterious figure's head to turn slightly, but the shadows never reveal his face.
The wounded figure immediately follows with another punch.
This time, his opponent reacts.
A single counterstrike slams into his chest.
CRACK!
His body flies backward and crashes into the ground. Stone fragments scatter around him as the impact creates a deep fracture in the earth.
Blood escapes his mouth.
He lies motionless for a moment.
Above him, the eclipsed moon remains perfectly still.
Slowly, he places one trembling hand against the ground.
He pushes himself upward.
His arms shake beneath his weight. His legs struggle to support him, but he refuses to remain down.
He manages to rise halfway.
Then his strength fails.
He collapses again.
The other figure begins walking toward him.
The red-purple vortex continues swirling around his body, casting long, distorted shadows across the ruins.
His face remains completely concealed.
No words are exchanged.
No explanation is given.
Only the sound of approaching footsteps breaks the silence.
The wounded figure lifts his head.
Through his blurred vision, he sees the approaching silhouette.
He tries to move.
His fingers drag against the broken stone, but his body refuses to respond.
The other figure stops in front of him.
A hand rises.
Red and purple energy gathers in his palm, growing brighter with every passing second.
The surrounding ground begins to crack.
The air bends beneath the pressure.
The wounded figure looks up at the light.
His face remains hidden behind blood, darkness, and the angle of the shot.
The raised hand begins to descend.
Then—
It stops.
The energy flickers.
Once.
Twice.
The red-purple light suddenly begins to fade.
The vortex surrounding the standing figure contracts toward his body, breaking apart into scattered fragments of darkness.
He slowly looks down at his own hand.
The remaining energy trembles.
Then it disappears.
For the first time, the mysterious figure takes a step backward.
His face remains concealed, but the sudden stiffness of his posture suggests that something has gone terribly wrong.
He raises his hand again.
Nothing happens.
A faint distortion passes through the air.
The eclipsed moon seems to shudder above the ruined city.
Neither figure speaks.
Neither moves.
Then a strange blue-white light appears between them.
A transparent window materializes in midair.
Its edges glow with a cold, unnatural brightness. The light is unlike the red-purple energy that filled the battlefield moments earlier.
The wounded figure slowly raises his head.
The window floats silently before his eyes.
Words appear across its surface.
[DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD?]
Beneath the question, another line emerges in smaller, fainter letters.
[COST: ALL POWER]
The wounded figure stares at the window.
The camera remains behind his shoulder, showing only his silhouette and the strange light reflected across his injured hand.
The other figure stands several steps away.
His body is partially obscured by drifting shadows. Nothing about his appearance reveals his identity.
For a brief moment, the blue-white window is the only source of light in the entire city.
The wounded figure slowly raises his hand.
His fingers tremble.
He pauses before the glowing words.
Then, without any explanation, he makes his choice.
[YES]
A flash of white light erupts from the window.
In an instant, the entire battlefield disappears beneath its brightness.
The broken buildings vanish.
The shattered ground vanishes.
Both figures are swallowed by the expanding light.
The eclipsed moon disappears.
Everything becomes white.
Then—
Blackness.
A sharp, continuous ringing fills the darkness.
Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii—
There are no voices.
No footsteps.
No signs of life.
Only the ringing sound continues through the endless void.
Slowly, it begins to fade.
The screen remains black.
Then, a title appears.
ETERNAL ECLIPSE
The letters emerge gradually from the darkness.
For a few seconds, the title remains alone.
Then the screen fades completely to black.
End of Chapter 1.
