"What?"
A boy with long blue hair, streaked with white, screamed.
"Where am I?"
His vision blurred as he took in his surroundings. Before him stood an old man, his presence radiating an air of mystery. He was dressed entirely in black, wearing a hat reminiscent of those worn by theater performers.
"Welcome, boy," the man said. "You have entered the Celestial Realm—a world where gods and warriors settle their disputes through combat. The things you learned on Earth mean nothing here. Power is the only law."
"Haha, this must be a dream, that's right!"
The boy tried to convince himself.
"Is that so?" The old man's voice was calm, almost amused.
Without warning, a powerful burst of energy erupted from his hand, slamming into the boy with overwhelming force. His body whipped through the air before crashing into the white marble wall behind him.
"Does this feel like a dream now?"
"Ahh! Fuck.!" the boy groaned, pain surging through his body.