Darkness wasn't just the absence of light anymore…
It had become the very air humanity breathed."
Three hundred years had passed since the last sunrise.
No one knew why it disappeared.
Some believed the gods turned their backs on mankind.
Others whispered of alien invasions, divine punishment, or cosmic collapse.
But truth? Truth had vanished into myth.
Even memories were fading.
Humanity had stopped asking "what happened,"
And started learning how to survive without knowing.
Underground bunkers. Artificial lamps.
The old world was gone.
But one boy — just one — refused to forget.
Kael.
He searched ruins, braved the frost, and followed whispers
Not for food. Not for power.
But for answers.
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Now, he stood at the center of a shattered city.
A place once called Novastra — now nothing more than bones and metal.
The air was still.
Frozen.
Temperature: –100°C.
Too cold for breath.
Too cold for hope.
Kael exhaled softly. A white cloud escaped his mouth, vanishing into the gloom.
His breath, slow and steady, was the only sound.
Even the wind had died long ago.
He tightened his grip on the scarf around his face.
His gloved fingers trembled, not from fear — but from the cold that had sunk into his bones.
If it weren't for the creature walking beside him…
Humanity would've frozen to death long ago.
A small, glowing being.
Shaped like an animal, but unlike any that existed before the Fall.
Its tail emitted radiant warmth — like a fragment of the lost sun.
"Without you…" Kael murmured,
"…we'd all be ice by now."
Was it a miracle?
A cosmic accident?
Or something sent from a higher power?
No one knew.
But Kael did know one thing —
This creature didn't just keep him alive.
It was leading him somewhere