[CHAPTER 1] Survival Begins
It was the middle of the night. The moon hung low, casting a pale, cold light over the empty wasteland.
Suddenly, the sky split open, like cracked glass breaking apart.
Something fell fast — not a rock or a star, but a man, bruised and bleeding.
He hit the ground hard, sending dust swirling into the still air. Then, just as quickly, the sky sealed itself again, as if nothing had happened.
The man lay still for a moment. His golden hair, tangled and dusty, spilled over the cracked earth. His face, calm despite the pain, looked almost like he was sleeping.
Slowly, his eyes opened. They glowed faintly gold, matching his hair.
He scanned the barren land with a sharp, steady gaze. Pain throbbed in his body, but he pushed it aside. Survival was all that mattered now.
Falling from the sky was no accident. It was part of a plan — and he had a long road ahead.