The reality that shone blue was like any other, filled with days of labor, laughter, and the gentle hum of everyday life. In this world, Lynquility flowed through the veins of its inhabitants like an invisible current. While most had simple abilities—moving objects with thought, influencing small changes in nature—nothing truly remarkable had ever happened. It was a peaceful existence. But peace, as always, is fleeting.

On a well-trodden gravel path leading from the village to the fields, a young boy named Kael walked with a spring in his step. His hair was as blue as the sky above, and his eyes glimmered with the same hue, reflecting the endless possibilities of youth. He hauled a small cart filled with wheat, the day's harvest, ready to return home. As he passed by the village's bustling square, he waved at familiar faces, each greeting him with warmth and smiles. Happiness was abundant in this reality, and Kael soaked it in.

But as Kael continued his walk, a figure in the shadows watched him closely. A man clads in a tattered haori stood at the edge of the square; his eyes gleaming with something darker.

He was one of the remnants of the evil that had splintered and scattered across realities, a malevolent force that took root wherever it could. The man's presence was unsettling, though no one seemed to notice him—no one except Kael, who felt a shiver run down his spine.

The boy reached the edge of the village and paused beneath a large, old tree to rest. He leaned against its bark, glancing over at the village notice board where papers fluttered in the breeze. It was plastered with missing person flyers, their faces—mostly children—staring back at him with hollow eyes. Kael felt a chill as he recognized a few faces from his school.

How had so many gone missing, and why had no one found them?

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the village. The wind stopped, the distant chatter of villagers vanished, and even the birds ceased their songs. Kael's heart raced. He knew something was wrong.

As he hurriedly stood up, ready to run home, the man in the haori appeared before him as if from thin air. His evil smile cut through the stillness like a knife.

"Where are you going, blue boy?" His voice dripped with malice.

Kael froze, his mind screaming for him to move, to scream for help. But when he looked around, he realized the horrible truth. Everyone in the village square was gone.

They weren't just missing, they were dead.

Their bodies lay motionless, scattered across the ground, blood staining the once peaceful cobblestones.

Kael's breath caught in his throat as he turned back to the man, whose hand gripped a blood-soaked, red-glowing blade.

The boy's knees buckled, but he forced himself to stand firm, terror gripping him. The man in the haori slowly approached, his steps deliberate, savoring Kael's fear.

He raised his sword, the blade shimmering with an eerie glow, and Kael knew he had only moments to live.

But then, something happened. Just as the man swung his blade down toward Kael's neck, the boy's left eye lit up, glowing a brilliant blue.

The blade struck something invisible—a force that clashed with the man's sword, halting its deadly arc. Both Kael and the man stared in shock at the unseen barrier.

"As expected," the man sneered, though there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Those blue eyes of yours... they have potential."

Kael didn't understand what was happening. His body felt strange, his heart pounding not from fear, but from something else—an overwhelming urge to fight.

It was as if some ancient, dormant power had awakened inside him.

Before he could process it, his body moved on its own, releasing a powerful slash of energy. The air hummed with the invisible force, and the man was sent flying backward.

The man staggered to his feet, glaring at Kael with newfound interest. "You're stronger than I thought, boy."

Without warning, the man lunged at Kael, faster than the boy could react. But again, the invisible force erupted from Kael, clashing with the man's blade.

This time, Kael saw it; a shimmering wave of energy, shaped like a sword's arc, glowing with the same blue as his eyes.

The force was so strong that it sent the man skidding back across the gravel, his haori torn and blood seeping from his wounds.

But the man wasn't done.

He grinned. His eyes alight with madness.

With a roar, he charged at Kael, moving with terrifying speed, his sword raised for a killing blow. Kael's body tensed, his power surging again.

The invisible force clashed with the man's sword once more, but this time, the energy around Kael began to crack. The pressure was too much, and Kael could feel the strain as his power faltered.

The man grinned victoriously, pouring all his strength into his next strike. The blue energy shattered under the force, and Kael stumbled back, feeling the edge of death creep closer.

But something inside him refused to give up. Even as his body screamed in terror, his power surged again, this time more violently than before. His right eye lit up, matching the left, and the invisible force became a torrent of slashes, moving so fast that the man could barely keep up.

The man tried to parry the attacks, his red sword clashing with the blue energy, but he was overwhelmed. The slashes multiplied, cutting through the air with deadly precision. The man let out a final scream as the blue energy engulfed him, the slashes tearing through his body until he was nothing more than a lifeless, bloodied heap on the ground.

Kael collapsed; his body drained of all strength. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the village square, now eerily quiet, littered with the bodies of the dead.

When Kael awoke, he found himself in a sterile, white room, surrounded by beeping machines and the distant murmur of voices. His body felt weak, and his mind was a haze of confusion and fear. A nurse stood by his side, her face kind but concerned.

"You've been in a coma for three years," she said softly. "We found you after... the incident."

Kael blinked, trying to remember. Flashes of the man in the haori, the glowing sword, and the slashes of blue energy came flooding back. He sat up, panic rising in his chest, but the nurse gently pushed him back down.

"Calm down," she soothed. "You're safe now."

Safe? The word felt foreign to Kael. He didn't feel safe. His family, his village, everything he had known was gone. And worse, he had no control over the power that had surged from him in those final moments. The nurse explained that he had been found in the village, unharmed, but surrounded by the bodies of his family and friends. They had brought him to the Lynquils Headquarters, a place where those with abilities were studied and trained.

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Kael had been unconscious, but his body had been fiercely protective. Anyone who had tried to touch him had been slashed by the same invisible force that had saved him from the man in the haori.

After a few more tests, the head doctor came to see him. He was a tall, stern man with sharp eyes that seemed to see straight through Kael. He glanced at the boy's chart, then looked him over with a calculating gaze.

"You're quite the enigma," the doctor said.

"Your power is unlike anything we've seen. Those slashes—defensive, automatic—they only appeared when you were unconscious. But now that you're awake..."

The doctor extended a hand toward Kael, and the boy flinched, expecting the blue slashes to erupt once more. But nothing happened. The doctor's hand rested on Kael's shoulder, and there were no signs of the violent energy that had torn through the man in the haori.

"As I thought," the doctor muttered.

"You can't control it yet. Your power only lashes out when you're not conscious."

Kael nodded weakly. He didn't want this power. He didn't want to be responsible for the death and destruction it had caused. But the doctor had other ideas.

"We'll train you," he said. "You have incredible potential, Kael. With time, you'll learn to control it, to harness it. But first, we need to understand exactly what we're dealing with."

Weeks passed after Kael had awakened in the sterile confines of the Lynquils Headquarters. His daily routine was a mixture of grueling physical and mental tests, many of which he failed to grasp the purpose of. Though Kael's abilities had been awakened during his unconscious state, replicating the same power in a controlled environment was proving to be a difficult challenge. The slashes of blue energy that had protected him when he was comatose seemed dormant now.

Doctor Reydan, the head scientist overseeing Kael's case, paced around the lab, reviewing notes while the boy sat quietly, observing the sterile white walls. His blue eyes, once filled with life, had dimmed since the day he lost everything. It wasn't fear that held him back—it was the overwhelming weight of his power, and the destruction it could cause.

"He's not responding to standard stimuli," Doctor Reydan mutters, flipping through his clipboard. "We've triggered adrenaline, fear, even physical stress. Yet, nothing. His power only seems to respond when his mind is out of control."

The nurse, Elira, who had cared for Kael since his arrival, stood nearby, a worried frown creasing her forehead. "Doctor, maybe he's not ready for this. He's just a boy."

Doctor Reydan shot her a look. "This boy could potentially surpass the greatest Lynquil warrior we've ever known. If we don't unlock his power now, he may never learn to control it. And that could be far more dangerous than whatever trauma he's already endured."

Elira sighed but didn't argue. She understood the doctor's point, but something about pushing Kael this hard didn't sit right with her.

That day, Doctor Reydan decided to change the course of Kael's training. If fear and stress were the catalysts for his abilities, they needed to push harder. The doctor had the Killerwolf brought in—one of the most dangerous creatures they kept within the headquarters. This creature, with its lightning-fast speed and razor-sharp claws, was known for its ability to take down experienced Lynquils. But of course, safety precautions were in place.

The Killerwolf was restrained by what appeared to be invisible strings, secured around its massive form to ensure it could not fully reach Kael. The boy stood in the center of the training room, his heart pounding as the steel doors slid open and the monstrous wolf stepped into the chamber. It was large, with fur as black as night, streaked with white and blue, its eyes glowing with a savage hunger. Kael's breath hitched as he locked eyes with the beast.

"Don't worry," Elira said from behind the control room's glass, her voice soothing through the intercom. "It can't hurt you, Kael. The restraints will hold."

Kael nodded but couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The wolf growled, lowering its body as if preparing to lunge. Kael braced himself, his fists clenched, trying to summon the blue slashes, trying to call forth the power that had saved him before.

But nothing happened.

Suddenly, the wolf charged. Its muscles rippled as it moved faster than Kael could react, tearing through the room with deadly intent. It should have been stopped by the strings—those invisible restraints that were meant to hold it in place. But to the horror of everyone watching, the strings snapped like threads of silk.

Doctor Reydan's eyes widened. "What?!" He slammed a button on the control panel. "Stop the test! Elira, hit the emergency forcefield!"

Elira moved swiftly to activate the forcefield that would shield Kael from the wolf's attack, but in her panic, her hand slipped. Before she could try again, Doctor Reydan, in his own frantic haste, knocked her aside, reaching for the emergency power switch. Instead of activating the shield, he hit the wrong lever—plunging the entire examination room into complete darkness.

"NO!" Elira screamed as the lights flickered out. The training room was submerged in pitch black, leaving only the sounds of the Killerwolf's claws scraping against the floor, and Kael's panicked breathing.

Doctor Reydan froze, his heart pounding in his chest. "Find the power! Find the damn power!"

In the darkness, Kael could feel the creature's presence closing in on him, its hot breath ghosting over his skin. He was powerless—there was no blue energy, no slashes, no protective force to stop it. His heart raced, fear gripping him like a vice. Was this it? Was he about to be torn apart by this beast, just like his village had been torn apart by that man in the haori?

But then something changed.

As the wolf lunged, its jaws inches from Kael's throat, his left eye ignited with a brilliant, blinding blue light, cutting through the darkness like a beacon. In an instant, the room exploded with energy.

Stellar blue slashes erupted from Kael's body, more powerful and violent than ever before. They moved in a chaotic frenzy, slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Blood flew everywhere.

From the control room, Doctor Reydan and Elira could only watch in horror as the blue slashes lit up the chamber in brief flashes, illuminating the scene in stark contrast. Each time the light flared; they saw what they thought was Kael's small frame being torn apart by the Killerwolf's ferocious attack. The sound of slashes ripping through flesh filled the air, but it was impossible to tell who was winning.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the lights flickered back on. The power had been restored.

Doctor Reydan cautiously stepped forward, his hand trembling as he pulled the lever to open the door. Elira followed close behind, her face pale. They both feared what they might find inside.

As the doors slid open, their worst fears seemed confirmed. The chamber was splattered with blood—thick, dark streaks painted across the walls and floor. But then, as the smoke cleared, they saw him.

Kael stood unharmed in the center of the room, his eyes glowing with the remnants of that otherworldly blue light. His breath was steady, his body still, as if he hadn't just faced death itself.

At his feet lay the Killerwolf, its body cut into dozens of clean discs. The creature was dead, its once-mighty form reduced to nothing more than neatly sliced pieces of flesh and bone. The deceased beat 

Doctor Reydan and Elira stared, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. The blue slashes that had filled the room were identical to the ones that had protected Kael when he had been unconscious all those years ago. The force was not something he could control consciously—yet it had acted instinctively, slashing through the Killerwolf with terrifying efficiency.

Elira's hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "He... he wasn't hurt at all," she whispered. "But the wolf..."

Doctor Reydan was speechless, but after a moment, his expression changed from one of fear to one of awe.

"We need to document this," he said, his voice low and filled with reverence. "Get the examination team in here. Clean this up. We have to file a report immediately."

Later that day, after the examination chamber had been scrubbed clean and the report had been written, Kael sat quietly in his room, his body still trembling from the encounter. He didn't understand what had happened. He didn't understand the power that flowed through him, or why it had only emerged in such dire circumstances. But one thing was clear—he was dangerous.

The doctor's report classified Kael's power as Cosmic Level—a rare and extraordinary ranking that only a few Lynquils had ever achieved. His ability to unleash slashes of stellar blue energy, combined with the sheer force it had displayed, had earned him this distinction. A checkmark for "Potential" had been added to his file, though his overall mental state was still fragile.

According to the psychological assessments, Kael's mentality was classified as "Grade 3"—stronger than the average human, but still affected by the trauma of his past.

His physical abilities, though difficult to measure due to the nature of his power, were marked as "Grade 4"—superior in strength, though untested in endurance.

Despite the chaos of the day, Kael made a decision. He requested to stay at the facility longer. Though he had not seen the outside world in three years, he wasn't ready to face it yet. There was so much he didn't understand—about himself, his power, and what his future held. He needed time.

And the Lynquils Headquarters was more than happy to oblige. They knew Kael's potential was limitless. Perhaps, with enough training, he could one day rival even the great Belyon Azur—the legendary Lynquil who had never lost a battle, whose power was said to be unmatched.

Kael looked out of the small window in his room, the sun setting on another day. He didn't know if he would ever be as strong as Belyon Azur, but for now, he was content to remain where he was—to learn, to grow, and to understand the true nature of the power inside him.