Fifteen Days Ago
The train station murmured with idle chatter, distant wheels, and the low hum of departure.
Jugram stood beside his mother, her warmth shielding him from the gnawing cold. But something was wrong. The air felt tight. His skin crawled.
"…Someone's watching us," he whispered.
His mother gave a soft chuckle, brushing his cheek. "You're just nervous."
But he wasn't.
He turned toward the train's windows—and froze.
There. A face. Pale. Inhuman. Eyes like voids, with a jagged black mark swirling across its forehead like a collapsing star. It smiled directly at him.
Then vanished.
That night, Jugram couldn't sleep.
The image stayed with him, like blood under his fingernails.
"I tried to forget. God, I tried. But her head falling in front of me, the scream stuck in my throat, the warmth of her blood across my face-that never left..."
- Jugram remembered a line his mother once told
"Being loved is the biggest betrayal, Jugram," she once said, cradling me. "And when you leave it....that's when you're truly free."
Present Day
The moon hung over the street like a cold, distant god.
Jugram knelt in the bloodstained alley, his fingers trembling. Before him lay his mother's lifeless body. Her warmth gone. Her hands cold.
"Mom…"
His voice broke.
Then—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps echoed from behind.
From the abyss between shadows, a figure emerged. Dressed in black as if woven from void, his long coat drifted behind him like dying smoke. Pale skin. Eyes like razors. And on his forehead…
That mark.
Jugram's breath caught. "It's you…"
The figure grinned. "You look like hell."
"Who… who are you?!"
"I'm Aleksandr Dmitry. Vice Noble of the Council." His voice dripped with theatrical malice. "And you… are the anomaly."
Jugram rose, fists clenched. " Are you the one who killed my Motherrr?!"
"Sigh--"
Aleksandr sighed. "Still with the questions."
And then—
He snapped his fingers.
CRACK—
Reality shattered.
The street dissolved. The air warped. Darkness wrapped around Jugram like a cloak.
He was no longer in the world.
He floated in an endless, colorless Void.
A billion mirrors hung in the sky. Each showed a different version of him.
Dying. Bleeding. Screaming. Lost. In thousands of different worlds.
A voice whispered through the dark.
"This… is the Mirror of Ends. A place where the infinite paths of your pain converge."
Aleksandr strolled across the nothingness as if it were glass. "You dream of them, don't you? The other yous. The dying yous. That's why you must be erased."
A throne emerged in the darkness.
Seated atop it was a being of impossible scale.
Lord Willsechnerr.
His armor glowed with galactic runes. His body shimmered like a burning constellation. His face—hidden behind a crown of dying stars.
"He watches all," Aleksandr whispered. "And he sees your existence… as a threat."
The throne faded.
And the city returned.
Jugram collapsed back onto the blood-soaked pavement, gasping.
Aleksandr stood above him, smiling like a devil.
Then the beating began.
Fists. Kicks. Slams.
Jugram was thrown against a wall. Smashed into the concrete. Blood gushed from his mouth.
Aleksandr's voice slithered: "Come on. Fight me."
Jugram crawled. Clawed.
Another kick shattered his ribs.
Then—
Aleksandr turned toward his mother's body.
Jugram, broken and bleeding, could only watch.
Aleksandr placed his foot on her chest. Crunch.
"No…"
He slapped her pale cheek. Smack.
"No—please—"
He leaned down and kissed her bloodied face
.
"You died," Aleksandr whispered coldly. "Now your son will die too.
"
Jugram's vision blurred.
The world pulsed.
And something—
Snapped.
Everything fell silent.
His heartbeat slowed.
Thump.
A void opened.
But this time, inside.
A vast, blank space stretched within Jugram's soul.
Chains coiled around a sealed darkness.
Until—
CRACK.
A sound like ancient stone breaking.
Light surged from within.
A presence rose. Old. Powerful. Unknowable.
[First Seal: Broken]
Jugram's eyes shot open.
His sclera turned black. His pupils silver and spiraling. The air screamed.
The ground cracked beneath him. Shadows rose like smoke turned solid, coiling around his limbs.
The Vibration in the air deepened. Thicker. Hungrier.
Jugram stood.
Not alone.
The darkness stood with him.
His fists trembled—not with fear, but with fury.
He roared, voice cracking like thunder.
"YOU DARED TO TOUCH MY MOTHER—"
His scream ripped through the night.
"I'LL MAKE YOU PAY!!!"
He charged.
Black lightning streaked behind him. The road shattered as he moved.
Aleksandr barely dodged.
Jugram moved like a storm.
A punch struck Aleksandr's jaw—crack.
Another—his ribs bent.
Shadows exploded from Jugram's arms, spiraling like blades. Lightning danced in his veins.
The two clashed, Vibration against Vibration.
Jugram released a wave of dark lightning.
BOOM.
Aleksandr flew backward, coughing blood.
Jugram stood tall, panting.
Aleksandr rose, slow.
"…Interesting," he said with a wicked grin. "Now this will be fun."
But it wasn't.
He disappeared—
—and appeared behind Jugram.
SHLNK.
A blade of darkness pierced Jugram's chest.
He gasped.
Aleksandr whispered, "You're not ready."
Jugram fell, crashing onto the stone.
Bleeding. Dying.
Aleksandr stepped on him. "Just like your mother. Weak. Easy."
And then—
Aleksandr turned toward the sky and raised his hand.
A celestial portal opened.
Through it—
The stars bent and galaxies spiraled.
A throne hovered in a different reality—drenched in light and flame.
At its center sat Lord Willsechnerr, the Celestial King of the Galaxies of Nebula. His robes stretched across the stars, his crown woven from the birth of suns.
Aleksandr knelt. "The anomaly has been silenced."
Willsechnerr grinned, eyes like collapsing stars
"Goodbye, anomaly. You are no longer a threat"
The portal closed.
Aleksandr turned to leave—
—but paused.
The air around Jugram's body… trembled.
A strange vibration pulsed through the stones.
Aleksandr frowned. "Hmph. Must be the wind."
And vanished.
Silence.
The night held its breath.
And then—
A faint glow beneath Jugram's corpse.
The ground vibrated once more.
A single message shimmered into the darkness.
"Initiating restoration."