The world was never gentle.
Power ruled every corner of the land,
and those without it learned pain before hope.
Cities rose and fell in silence.
Screams faded, memories vanished,
and the weak were forgotten as if they never existed.
In this world, survival was not a gift.
It was a curse earned through suffering.
Long before a name would be whispered in fear…
long before a boy would stand against fate…
the world had already decided to break him.