Year 2126 — Solstium Continent, Hikarishima.
Hikarishima, a city surrounded by the sea, where cold winds swept through forgotten streets and carried the sharp scent of the receding tide.
Amid the urban chaos—between small buildings worn down by time, rusted commercial zones eroded by salt and humidity, and piles of trash gathered in every corner—a sixteen-year-old boy wandered without direction.
His name was Byeol… though almost no one knew it.
For as long as he could remember, he had always been there. Drifting through the streets of Hikarishima. The feeling of belonging had never existed. He had never felt welcomed.
Rejected, ignored, hidden from the world's light.
His voice was quiet, his gaze evasive, his shoulders weighed down by a nameless existence. He had been shaped by abuse, cruel laughter, and stares that passed through him as if he were nothing but air. He had never had access to education or schooling. His childhood was poor—rich only in solitude. No friends. Almost no love.
Almost.
At a young age, he was taken in and cared for by an elderly homeless woman who lived in a small shack near the sea.
Her name was Diama.
She never told him the full truth about his mother, nor that he had been entrusted to her in an act of desperation.
She only told him that he had been abandoned—and that she had taken care of him since he was four years old.
She taught him how to bake bread, how to fish, and how to read.
Every now and then, Byeol would show up with new books. He always claimed he had borrowed them from other children—and she would laugh, knowing full well he had stolen them.
At night, they would read together, discovering the world through worn-out pages, illuminated by a dim lamp.
They had an old television that barely worked, as electricity constantly failed, so they listened to the radio and let their imagination fill in the rest.
Between attempts to steal more books—or sometimes food when hunger hit—he would often get caught, beaten by adults, and mocked by children who had been strictly forbidden from associating with him.
He didn't do it out of malice—only from a desire to understand… why he existed.
One of his pastimes, when he wasn't with his grandmother, was observing the world in silence. He watched the blind—living miserable lives, often worse than his own. He observed normal families and how they lived together. And finally, the Visionaries—rare in Hikarishima.
Whenever someone was discovered to have ocular powers, the army would arrive to take them away. Because of that, many parents forbade their children from using any kind of ability.
As for the soldiers… just seeing them was enough to put him on edge. He always kept his distance, as if he could sense danger just from their presence.
That's how he grew up—unseen.
Until one afternoon, like any other, fate tore his life in half.
As he returned to his street, near the alley that turned the corner to his "home," he heard strange noises—along with laughter.
Instinctively, he hid behind a wall and carefully peeked around it.
Visionaries.
Army soldiers, uniformed and armed.
They were spitting on and kicking something of medium size on the ground—it looked like a pile of blankets… but there was weight there.
Life.
There were soldiers blocking the view—it was hard to see clearly…
He focused harder, trying to hear what they were saying.
"You idiot! You think you can fool us?"
Another soldier replied, "Maybe we should slow down… I'm not sure she'll make it…"
They laughed.
Byeol stepped forward, as if pulled into the moment… the alley growing darker, yet what lay on the ground becoming clearer.
It couldn't be real.
His heart stopped. His knees trembled.
It was her.
His grandmother—Diama.
The only person who had ever reached out to him. The only one who had made his life even slightly less painful.
The only one who mattered.
Something inside him snapped.
He had to help her—get her out of there, take her to a hospital.
He ran toward her and, in desperation, pulled her into his arms.
The soldiers stepped back.
"Who is this kid?"
Too late.
Diama's body was cold. Fragile. Covered in blood.
The soldiers laughed, mocking the situation.
"Oops… guess we overdid it," one of them said.
Byeol's mind flooded with memories—fragments of moments with his grandmother, flashes of the past as if she were trying to make sure he would never forget her.
They weren't clear—just emotional bursts of images, slowly breaking apart.
And then… nothing.
No words. No tears.
Only screams inside his mind.
Time shattered. An unbearable pressure grew in his chest. His eyes began to glow, and the air grew heavy.
And in a surge of pure rage—
He killed them all.
His body moved on its own, as if he had stepped into another dimension, driven only by fury.
One by one.
Blood filled the air with every movement.
Soldiers were torn apart, unable to understand what was happening—lost, panicked, as if they were facing a beast never seen before.
"Who is that kid?! What's happening?!"
Blind fury.
When his breathing finally slowed, only one remained.
Enraged, Byeol grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
The helmet shattered as it hit the ground.
It was just a boy—no older than him.
Alive. On his knees. Laughing in shock. Begging.
"Heh… hehe… s-stop… please… I'm just a kid like you…"
Byeol hesitated.
For a moment.
But nothing mattered anymore.
A kid? No one went through what I did. No one ever cared—only my grandmother!
"Die!!"
The laughter stopped.
Silence took over.
His eyes had awakened.
Black sclera. Pure white iris and pupil.
That's what his eyes had become.
Looking around at the unrecognizable, devastated scene—
Regret hit him.
"What… have I done…?"
All the energy and emotion drained from him. Exhaustion crashed down.
He collapsed.
…
The next day—
A voice echoed in his mind.
"Hey kid… wake up."
He opened his eyes.
A completely different place.
Dark.
The ground was damp. The ceiling metallic. Strange sounds echoed all around.
From the shadows, a man emerged—gray hair, a beard, firm posture—walking toward him.
"My name is Haneul," he said calmly, his gaze steady.
"We need to talk. What's your name?"
Right away, Byeol knew—this man was different. Someone who carried a presence that demanded to be taken seriously.
Still cautious, he answered:
"My name is Byeol… Where are we?"
"You're in my hideout. I don't want to confuse you further—but I need to explain what happened."
"You saw it?"
"Yes. I saw everything. And it wasn't pretty. I've never seen an awakening like yours."
"Awakening?"
"I'll explain later."
"Long story short—the Visionary soldiers who killed your grandmother were on a mission. They were tracking a rare source of Iluminence—an energy tied to Visionaries and ocular powers. And apparently, years ago, a strong signal was detected in this area."
"Ocular powers? Visionaries? What is he talking about…?" Byeol thought.
"This energy can be detected through Iluminence stones. The Solstium Kingdom has several. Those soldiers had one—and so do I. That's how I found you."
"Do you remember anything that could have triggered something like this?"
"Not really… but I think something similar happened once. I saw a family—and their child—get killed by robbers right in front of me. After that… I don't remember anything."
"Most likely the same thing happened to them… but somehow, you had the strength to survive it."
"Your eyes, Byeol… they're special."
His pain… had awakened something.
A hidden power.
A new type of vision—one never recorded before.
"Your grandmother protected you. She hid information from the soldiers—that's why they beat her… until… you know what happened."
"Let me explain more about the past—and the role I believe you may have in the future…"
Through a three-dimensional projection, Haneul revealed the truth:
The Blind Era.
The Primordial Stones.
And Byeol's potential role.
Byeol listened carefully…
But his mind was focused on only two things.
Not grief. Not comfort.
Answers.
And revenge.
"You have a rare power, Byeol. Let me train you. Let me help you control it."
But Byeol only had questions.
Why did he suffer so much? What was his purpose in this world? Why him?
"None of that matters. I just want answers—and to get stronger. Tell me who I need to destroy."
His eyes burned. Unstable. Unsettling.
Haneul had never seen a gaze like that.
For five years, they disappeared from the world.
They trained in multiple combat styles. Byeol studied the world—from the Blind Era to the present day—along with the Primordial Stones and the Ten Relics.
Through training and meditation, he learned to control his body—and his Iluminence.
It was confirmed—his ocular power was rare. And while Haneul possessed a Dimensional Vision, in just five years Byeol surpassed him in both control and the scale of his dimensional expansion.
Slowly…
Byeol became a weapon.
No one knew why such power existed within him—but his growth was beyond anything considered normal.
At twenty-one years old—
Byeol was ready.
Not for the world.
But to face it.
They set out on a journey in search of the five Primordial Stones.
Leaving the past behind…
And stepping into the streets he once feared to walk—
He moved forward.