The city was asleep...
Except for a few lamps flickering on both sides of the road, silence dominated everything. Silence... except for a man's footsteps—walking alone with a straight back, wearing a dark coat and a heavy hat that concealed most of his features. His name was Eliot Gray.
He wasn't just walking; he was watching. Calculating.
Every step was not only forward—but a deeper dive into a long, hidden war.
He turned left into an alley, then stopped. His golden eyes reflected the moonlight, and the sound of a faint whistle followed.
Something had arrived.
A black raven landed on the lamp above his head. It stared at Eliot with unusual intelligence.
And Eliot spoke.
> "You're late."
The raven cawed once and dropped something from its leg. A small, round capsule.
Eliot caught it effortlessly.
> "So it begins," he murmured, crushing the capsule between his fingers.
In that moment, something awakened inside him.
A pulse of power—cold, sharp, precise. It was Methan.
The energy split within him like veins of light:
Body Energy to enhance his movement.
Control Energy to manipulate objects.
Enhancement Energy to shield and amplify.
And then... a glimmer of Special Energy—the rarest of all.
His rank? Still unknown.
But one thing was clear:
Tonight, Eliot Gray wasn't just watching. He was about to enter the shadows of a kingdom that thought itself safe.
The raven flew away. Eliot fol
lowed.
And the city… never woke up again.