Satoshi had always lived an ordinary life—or so it seemed. Since childhood, he had seen the golden light radiating from his mother and sister, an aura warm and comforting. He learned early to keep it to himself, swallowing his questions, fearing they might think him strange.
Today was his thirteenth birthday. As he walked home, excitement bubbled beneath his skin.
"I hope Mother got me that new game," he mused, grinning. The air carried the sweet scent of cherry blossoms, and the streets glowed under the amber embrace of the setting sun. He could almost taste his mother's cooking—rich with spices, heavy with warmth.
Then, just as he reached the front door, the world stopped.
A scream—one that did not belong to any living thing—ripped through reality itself. The sky split apart, its flesh torn asunder, and from the gaping wounds of existence, they came.
Abominations of writhing shadow.
Teeth where there should be none.
Limbs folding and unfolding in grotesque rhythms beyond mortal comprehension.
Darkness slithered into every corner, devouring light, suffocating warmth. The scent of home, the gentle laughter he had known—erased.
A scream clawed up Satoshi's throat, but he had no time to let it out.
He barreled into the house. "Mother! Kisha!" His voice cracked, but no one answered.
Shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, twisting, writhing. The house was wrong—elongated, infinite, suffocating. The warmth that once embraced him was gone, replaced by an oppressive weight pressing against his skull.
Then he found them.
His mother and sister lay in pieces. Their golden light—extinguished.
The air reeked of blood and something worse. Something rancid. Something is wrong.
Satoshi collapsed, bile scorching his throat, his mind rejecting what his eyes saw.
"No... No! This can't be real!"
Before his grief could consume him, three figures emerged from the abyss. They wore robes black as voidstone, their faces veiled in shifting darkness. Their presence was suffocating, a force of inevitability that crushed all hope.
He crawled forward, bloodied fingers digging into the floorboards. His voice trembled, every word a plea.
"Please," he begged. "Help them! My mother, my sister—they need help!"
A cruel response came—not in words, but in action.
A boot slammed into his ribs, sending him sprawling. Air fled his lungs. Pain flared, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache in his chest.
One of the figures spoke, its voice like cracking ice.
"We are the hands of the Sovereign Shade. By his decree, all clans who oppose him shall be met with annihilation. Do not curse us for your fate. Curse yourself for being born into a clan of sin."
Satoshi's mind reeled. Clan? What clan?
His family was ordinary. No power. No standing in any grand design.
This was wrong.
It had to be a mistake.
But the plea never left his lips.
Fingers tangled in his hair, wrenching him up before hurling him into a gaping abyss. The last words he heard before the void swallowed him whole were:
"In your next life, do not defy higher beings."
—
He fell into agony.
The abyss was alive. Shadows slithered and coiled, forming creatures of endless hunger and malice.
A demon latched onto his arm. Jagged teeth crunched through flesh and bone.
White-hot agony flared.
Another tore into his leg, its acidic saliva burning through nerve endings. He screamed—a raw, broken sound—lost in the blackness.
Pain became his existence. Again and again, they feasted upon him. His skin flayed. His bones shattered. His mind teetered on the brink of oblivion.
But beneath it all, something burned.
Rage.
A smoldering ember of hatred, deep and primal.
It flared.
His right eye ignited. Crimson light erupted from its depths, cutting through the abyss like a holy brand. A name whispered through his mind—an ancient title, a forgotten power.
The Eye of Wrath.
Power surged through his veins, igniting something monstrous.
The agony sharpened. His body was no longer breaking but reshaping.
The next demon that lunged had its head severed before it could bite.
Dark blood splattered across Satoshi's torn form as he moved—a specter of vengeance. He ripped through them, his movements brutal, instinctual. He tore out their throats with his teeth, shattered their limbs with his bare hands.
The void trembled beneath his wrath.
And then—It emerged.
A presence, ancient and terrible, uncoiled from the darkness.
A humanoid dragon loomed before him.
Crimson scales pulsed with an inner fire, as though molten rock coursed beneath its skin. Each scale shimmered, catching the abyssal glow like fractured light from a dying sun. Its massive sword, jagged and inscribed with pulsing runes, radiated a malevolent force that made the air itself tremble.
Its face was a shifting nightmare.
Four burning eyes, glowing like embers, brimmed with ancient intelligence. A maw stretched wide, revealing endless rows of grinding teeth, their edges singing a grotesque symphony of hunger. It exuded destruction—a force of unyielding ruin.
Then it lunged.
The ground shattered beneath them. Molten tendrils lashed out, carving deep trenches into the abyss.
Satoshi met the strike with raw, unrelenting force. His fingers closed around one of the tendrils, tearing it free. Black ichor sprayed, and the beast howled—a wretched sound that echoed through the void. Its retaliation was swift. Jaws clamped down on his shoulder. Bone crunched. Blood gushed. But Satoshi did not falter.
His wrath was unyielding.
With a guttural roar, he twisted and ripped the dragon's arm clean from its socket.
The battle raged—a symphony of carnage.
The beast crushed his ribs, but he drove his thumbs into its glowing eyes, feeling the sickening burst of wet heat. Its screams were agony made manifest, and Satoshi—drenched in blood, his own and the beast's—pressed forward.
He tore. He shredded. He consumed.
By the time the dragon fell, it was no longer a god of destruction, but a ruinous husk, its once-immortal form reduced to fragments.
The void trembled. The realm itself unraveled.
And Satoshi stood—his enemy's blood still dripping from his fingers. His wounds had healed. His body had grown stronger.
A harbinger of wrath had been born.
A fallen boy, now something far more.
Something divine.
Something monstrous.
Satoshi tore through the ruins of his home, his fingers shaking as he searched.
His mother. His sister. Their bodies—gone.
Did those demons devour them?
A breath left him, sharp as a blade. His heart pounded. His hands dug through debris until something familiar surfaced—a necklace. A delicate silver chain, its crystal pendant dull beneath the dust. His mother's.
His fingers curled around it. His power stirred, crimson energy swirling into the pendant. The crystal cracked.
Light erupted.
From its core stepped a woman whose presence defied reason.
Her beauty was like a silver river, flowing, untouchable. Emerald eyes, deep and endless, held a sorrow that did not belong to mortals. Power radiated from her, not as an overwhelming force, but as a steady pulse of eternity itself.
"Satoshi," she spoke, her voice an ancient whisper laced with quiet strength. "You have awakened one of the Eyes of Sin."
His body tensed. "Who are you?"
Sadness flickered across her face. "I am Camila, the Goddess of Time. I was bound to this relic, waiting for you to awaken. My duty is to guide you—to teach you how to wield the Eyes of Sloth and Envy."
Satoshi's brow furrowed. "There's a mistake." His fingers curled into fists. "When I gained my power, a voice told me I had become the vessel for the Eye of Wrath."
Camila's expression hardened. "That shouldn't be possible. You were destined for Sloth and Envy. Your father held them when their previous wielders perished. He was meant to pass them on to you."
"My father?" Satoshi's voice sharpened. "He never told me anything about this."
Camila exhaled, her emerald gaze shadowed. "Then it seems he kept many secrets. He and I were once allies, bound by a covenant in service of the Soul King. He was a guardian—a man of honor... until he vanished. He hid you away, concealing your birthright.
And the Eye of Wrath... it must have sensed your rage. It seized the chance to claim you."
Satoshi's pulse thundered in his ears. "And that's... bad?"
"Not inherently." Camila studied him. "But the Eye of Wrath is fueled by rage. If you let it consume you, it will."
A pause.
Then her voice lowered. "The dark clans had a hand in this, didn't they?"
Satoshi's breath was ice. "What do they want?"
Camila's gaze did not waver. "To overthrow the Soul King and conquer the three realms—mortal, spirit, and divine."
His jaw clenched. "And my family? What did they have to do with it?"
"They feared you." Camila's words were steady, unwavering. "Your bloodline is tied to the Eyes of Sin. If you awakened, you would become a threat. They slaughtered your family to break you.
But they did not expect you to survive."
Satoshi's vision blurred—not with grief, but with something deeper. Something darker.
Rage.
"Then I'll make them pay." His voice was steel, forged in ruin. "I'll bring down the dark clans. I'll tear them Shade apart."
Camila stepped closer. Power wove between them, their auras intertwining. "Then let me guide you. Together, we will harness your power. We will uncover the truth behind the dark clans.
And we will prepare for the war to come."
"The first step is to find the remaining four wielders of the Eyes of Sin," Camila said as they walked.
Satoshi shot her a look. "Don't you mean six?"
Camila halted. Her emerald eyes studied him with newfound intensity.
"No." Her voice was a breath of realization. "When I stepped closer, I felt them. The other two Eyes—they are within you. Dormant. Waiting."
Satoshi frowned. "If you're so sure, prove it."
"Open your status window."
He blinked. "My what?"
Camila's expression twisted in sheer exasperation. "Oh my god," she muttered, rubbing her temples. "Why didn't that motherf***er tell you anything?"
She sighed, regaining composure. "When someone awakens the Eyes of Sin, they receive a status window. It reveals their divine abilities—the extent of their power. Those who wield the Eyes are born with twice the divine energy of ordinary deities."
She walked ahead, the cracked earth crunching beneath her boots. Dust coiled in the air as she extended her arms.
A vortex tore open before them. Dark. Pulsing. A threshold between worlds.
"Pour your divine power into this."
Satoshi hesitated. "Why?"
Camila's gaze was unwavering. "Because we need to cross dimensions. The Land of Dreams is waiting. We need to find the girl who possesses the Eyes of Lust."
His grip tightened. "And the people here?" His voice was hoarse, low. "Aren't we supposed to save them?"
Camila's expression darkened.
"I have been searching since the moment I was unsealed. There's nothing left. Not a single soul. This planet is a graveyard."
Satoshi stilled.
His family.
His friends.
His world.
Gone.
A murderous aura coiled around him. The Eye of Wrath pulsed, sinking its claws into his mind.
Camila was before him in an instant. Her arms wrapped around him, firm and unyielding.
"We will bring them back."
His breath hitched. The abyss inside him swelled. Camila's hand slid to the back of his head, pressing his forehead against her chest.
"Breathe." Her voice was steady. "Feel my heartbeat."
Satoshi's knuckles loosened. The rage, the abyss—it receded.
He trembled.
"I don't know if I can do this."
Camila's fingers threaded through his hair, grounding him.
"You will."
Because even in ruin, even in wrath—his reason for fighting had never changed.
He would bring them back.
"You can," she replied with certainty. "And you won't face this alone. I want you to know that I'm right here by your side, fully committed to supporting you through every moment. I promise that I won't ever leave you, no matter what challenges we may face together. You can always count on my unwavering presence and support.
Satoshi tightened his fists, a newfound determination solidifying within him. He would track down and eliminate the Shade Sovereign and the 11 Dark Clans. He would see this mission through.
As they stepped through the black hole, Camila began to fill him In on the Eyes of Sin. "Each eye has five stages. The higher the stage, the more abilities and power the user possesses.
"Check your status window!"
As Satoshi focused intently, a shimmering translucent screen burst into view before him. "I'm at the first stage of the eyes of wrath. And The Eyes of Sloth and Envy haven't awakened yet."
Camila's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "The first stage grants you resistances and enhancements—what did you receive?"
Satoshi scanned the impressive list, his heart racing. "Paralysis Resistance, Physical Attack Resistance, Thermal Fluctuation Resistance, Spiritual Attack Resistance, Pierce Resistance, Magic Resistance, Pain Nullification, Automatic Defense, Automatic Attack, Attack Prediction, and... I can move faster than sound if I unleash all my power!"
A knowing smile spread across Camila's face, tinged with excitement. "The more stages you unlock, the greater your power becomes."
Suddenly, her expression shifted, hardening with a fierce determination. "But listen closely. Our enemies have ranks to them. At the pinnacle sits the Shade Sovereign, followed by the 11 Dark, Dark Knights, demons, and then the monsters."
As they stepped into the Land of Dreams, the landscape unfolded before them in a shroud of desolation. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, enveloping everything in a monochrome haze.
The inhabitants they encountered moved with a haunting sluggishness, their eyes sunken and devoid of emotion, like marionettes abandoned by their masters. Above, the sky loomed, an oppressive expanse of dull white, stripped of the warmth of the sun and the twinkling of stars, creating an eternal twilight that swallowed any hint of life or color.
The buildings around them seemed to sag beneath the weight of despair, their distorted forms leaning into each other as if seeking solace from their own grotesque reality.
Dark, viscous rivers wound through the streets, their surfaces mirroring the lifeless light above, glistening like spilled oil on a forgotten floor. Each inhalation was laborious, the heavy atmosphere dragging at their lungs and making it feel as though they were breathing through a damp, suffocating veil.
As they walked side by side, Camila felt the weight of the story she was about to share. With a gentle voice, she began to reveal the true origin of the Eyes of Sin. "Long ago, there was a fierce celestial war among ancient deities, each embodying both light and darkness. They struggled with their divine virtues and human flaws, and in the chaos, their darker aspects—the very essence of sin—were forcibly extracted. To protect the heavens from corruption, these sins were sealed within the Eyes of Sin."