Darkness engulfed the room, the only sound breaking the eerie silence was the slow dripping of blood onto the cold floor. Corpses lay scattered, their faces twisted in terror, as if they had witnessed something beyond comprehension before meeting their end.


    In the center of this gruesome scene sat an infant, his eyes—one glowing blue and the other burning red—staring into the void with an unsettling calm.


    The door creaked open, and a man dressed in black stepped inside cautiously, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. His eyes scanned the carnage before settling on the child.


    "How… how could a baby survive this massacre…?" he muttered under his breath, sweat dripping down his forehead.


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    But there was no need for an explanation. He had heard the whispers. The cursed eyes. The infant that should not exist. He knew what needed to be done—before it was too late.


    Raising his sword high, he took a deep breath, preparing for a single, swift strike to end it all.


    But before he could swing—


    Their eyes met.


    The red eye flared, as if consuming all the light in the room.


    And then—


    "BOOM!"


    In less than a second, the man''s body detonated, as if he had been turned into a living bomb. No time to scream. No moment of realization. One second, he existed—


    The next, he was nothing but fragments of flesh and bone.


    Blood painted the walls. His severed head landed on the floor with a sickening thud, his frozen expression forever locked in shock.


    The infant did not move.


    He did not blink.


    He simply stared into nothingness, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.


    Outside, the moon shone quietly, and the wind gently rustled the trees.


    The world had yet to realize…


    That on this night, something beyond imagination had been born.


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    End of Chapter 1