"Ael'dros, ael'dros, fae'ruun na'thera… vel'kaen sul'vaar…"
"Drae'thaal… mor'eth… eil'shen vae'nor…"
The voices echoed across the world—
soft yet commanding,
ancient yet alive.
They flowed like a song, layered and harmonious, carrying a beauty that didn't belong to this earth.
It was haunting, as if countless unseen beings were chanting from beyond the clouds.
Each syllable rippled through the air, and every corner of the world heard it.
From small villages to great cities, the same sound filled the night—those same foreign words, blending with the deep, thunderous blare of trumpets that followed in rhythm.
Above, the sky itself was splitting apart.
The cracks of crimson light spread further, glowing and pulsating with a divine hue.
Through those cracks, faint golden light poured out, as though another world—bright and endless—was hidden behind the shell of their own.
The lines twisted and crossed like veins of fire, painting the heavens in shades of both red and gold.
Across the globe, people awoke in confusion.
Curtains opened, doors swung wide, and countless eyes turned upward to witness the impossible sight.
"The sky—oh my God, it's… it's splitting—!"
"Is this real? Someone tell me this isn't real!"
Families gathered on balconies, children pointed from rooftops, and entire streets filled with people holding their phones, filming the phenomenon that had silenced everything else.
"Mom! MOM, what's happening?!"
"Everyone, get inside! GO—GO!"
The air was thick with mixed emotions—panic, awe, disbelief.
Some fell to their knees, their lips moving in desperate prayer.
"T-The end has come… god save us…!"
Others trembled, clutching each other in fear as the chanting grew louder and the sky burned brighter.
"T-This… this is the end…"
And some…
some simply smiled.
Because despite the terror, despite the uncertainty…
The sight before them was unlike anything they had ever seen.
The heavens were breaking,
yet in that destruction was something breathtaking—
a beauty that no one could put into words.
"It's beautiful… terrifying… I can't look away."
"I always wondered how it would end. I didn't think it'd be so… loud."
Then, in one singular moment… everything stopped.
…
The voices that had echoed through the heavens went silent.
…
The trumpets that had shaken the air ceased in an instant, leaving behind a silence so complete it felt unnatural.
…
Even the wind stilled.
The trees, the lights, the faint hum of life—all of it vanished as if the entire world had been paused.
…
For a single heartbeat, it was as though time itself froze.
…
The earth held its breath.
The sky, torn and cracked, waited in eerie stillness, glowing faintly with the golden light that seeped through.
"What now…?" Razan muttered under his breath, his voice quiet, uncertain.
He stood beside Haeryn, both of them frozen in place as they stared at the heavens, unable to look away.
Her hand unconsciously reached for his arm, gripping it tight.
.
.
.
And then it happened.
"Vyrnn, eik' Herasta!"
"Vyrnn, eik' Endron!!"
"Vyrnn, eik' Estroda!!!"
"Vyrnn! Vyrnn! Vyrnn! Vyrnn! Vyrnn!"
The voices returned—but not in calm harmony this time.
They screamed like a storm, a thousand upon a thousand voices crying out at once.
The word Vyrnn shook the very air, echoing with power as if the entire world was chanting in unison.
*rumble! *RUMBLE!!!
The sound grew louder and louder, reaching a peak so intense it made the ground tremble beneath their feet.
Haeryn covered her ears, wincing from the force of it, but Razan stood unmoving—his eyes locked onto the sky.
For some reason, he was not affected that strongly compared to others.
The chant reached its final cry…
*VRYNNNNNN!!!"
and then the heavens ignited.
*Shaaaaaaa!!!
The entire sky erupted into golden fire.
It wasn't just light—it was pure brilliance, raw and divine.
The crimson cracks that had filled the heavens shattered completely, torn apart as waves of golden energy consumed everything.
The glow spread fast,
swallowing the stars,
the moon,
and the dark of night,
until the entire world was drenched in radiance.
The very sky then erupted in powerful golden flames, ripping the entire night sky, entirely consumed by these golden godlike lights.
And then it came—
a voice.
It wasn't like the singing before, nor the endless chanting that filled the heavens.
This voice was deeper, clearer, and it carried power unlike anything the human mind could describe.
It echoed not through the air, but directly through the hearts of every living being.
Every creature, every human, every soul on Earth heard it all at once.
"My children… humanity… come hither."
The words struck through everyone like a wave of lightning, vibrating deep inside their chests.
The sound wasn't just heard—it was felt.
Some fell to their knees instantly, tears streaming down their faces from pure instinct, while others stood frozen, unsure whether to tremble in fear or bow in reverence.
Even Razan felt it.
The moment those words reached him, a sharp chill ran down his spine, every hair on his body standing on end.
Haeryn beside him gasped, clutching her chest, her eyes darting upward as if trying to find the source.
Then it happened again—light.
One by one, in front of every human being across the planet, glowing golden panels began to appear out of thin air.
They materialized silently, floating at eye level, each one casting a faint golden glow over the person it appeared before.
Razan blinked, recognizing the same kind of screen that had appeared to him before, only this time it looked purer, brighter—gold instead of red, glowing like it was made from sunlight itself.
And then, all across the world, voices began to rise.
"Whoa—what the hell is this pop-up?!"
"Is this some kind of prank? Who's doing this? Augmented reality or something?!"
"Kids! Come here! There's something—something on my vision!"
"No way. No freaking way. Is this… the System? Like, THE System?!"
"Bro, check your stats! Check your stats right now!"
"Holy crap—real life patch notes just dropped!"
Chaos.
That was the only way to describe it.
People screamed, laughed, cried, and recorded everything all at once.
Some were in awe, others in denial, and a few just stared at their screens in silence, trying to make sense of it all.
The entire world had been thrown into confusion—but there was one emotion that united them all.
Shock.
Razan looked around him, watching as golden lights reflected in every direction—from windows, from the sky, from the faces of people nearby.
He turned back to his own panel and could see countless lines of symbols and numbers shifting across it.
Unlike before, this one was calm and structured, as if meant to be read and understood.
He squinted, scanning the glowing text in front of him, taking his time to observe and memorize everything it said.
He took the time to observe and learn each it said which is the following:
===
Level: 1
Class: Monster Hunter (F Class)
Stats:
Strength: B
Agility: C
Defense: D
Resistance: F
Dexterity: B
Focus: D
Luck: C
Unique Class Trait:
Hunter's Physique (F) Predator Instinct (F) Anatomic Insight (F) Adrenaline (F) oR-G-... N…–ter skill (???)
Nemesis: [Not yet unlocked]
Learned Weapons: None
===
"The hell is that last trait skill? Some kind of glitch?" Razan muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing at the golden screen floating in front of him.
Before he could process further, a voice broke through his focus.
"Are you seeing… what I'm seeing?"
Haeryn's tone was filled with confusion and disbelief.
Razan turned toward her and saw her standing stiffly, her eyes wide, fixed on the air in front of her where another golden screen floated.
The soft light of the panel illuminated her face, painting her features with a warm glow.
Her lips moved as she read the words only she could see.
"S-Class Bullet Saint??" she said out loud, blinking rapidly.
"Is this some kind of game?"
She reached a trembling hand toward the air, her fingers brushing through the glowing text that hovered just before her eyes.
The symbols rippled slightly like water, reacting to her touch, making her flinch back.
A few moments passed as the world stood still—each human frozen in disbelief, their eyes locked on the golden screens hovering before them.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the faint humming sound the panels emitted as they flickered gently in the air.
Everyone was reading, trying to make sense of the words that now appeared in front of their faces.
Then, once more, the screens rippled, as though reacting to something unseen.
The new text glowed brighter than before, its letters forming slowly with each pulse.
"You will now be transferred to the original world, Vrynn… Please maintain a calm demeanor, as some species may have varying appearances that you are not used to. But rest assured, you are all children of Vrynn all the same."
The message lingered for what felt like an eternity, burning its words into the minds of every living being.
Then, after a long moment, the text changed again—this time transforming into a timer.
Bold golden numbers began to count down, starting from 60 seconds.
People everywhere gasped and panicked, their voices rising across cities and towns.
Some clung to one another, others prayed, while a few stood in quiet awe, staring at the ticking numbers with wide eyes as if hoping they would stop.
Razan looked at the countdown, a calm yet uneasy smirk forming on his face.
"Well, looks like this is it," he muttered, glancing toward Haeryn. His tone carried a hint of sarcasm as he added,
"Told ya, I'm not crazy now, am I?"
Haeryn turned to him, her expression still pale and stiff.
For days, she had thought Razan had finally lost it—that his talk of the world ending and some mysterious message was just the result of stress or delusion.
But now, as the sky burned gold and the timer in front of their screens kept ticking, she couldn't deny it any longer.
"Yeah… no shit…" she breathed, her voice trembling as she stared at the glowing numbers in front of her eyes.
The reflection of the countdown shimmered in her pupils as her heartbeat grew louder.
The seconds continued to fall.
59…
58…
57…
And the world waited for what would come next.