The port of Valka never slept.The smell of salt, fish, and rusted iron clung to the skin like a second layer.Eron had worked since childhood, carrying crates larger than his own body, his hands cracked and his stomach always empty.
That night, the sky was strangely quiet.
The sea made no sound.
Eron felt it before he saw it.
An invisible weight pressed against his chest, as if something gigantic were approaching the world.The air grew dense. Hard to breathe.
Then he saw it.
The sky tore open.
It wasn’t light.It wasn’t thunder.
It was as if space itself had been cut by something that should not exist.
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A rift opened above the ocean.
The people around him kept working, laughing, arguing…But none of them reacted.
“They… they’re not seeing it…” he whispered.
From the tear, something began to form.
A pulsing shadow, with no defined shape.
Eron’s instincts screamed for him to run.
But his legs would not move.
The creature fell onto the pier with an impact that split the wood.The air turned icy. An unnatural silence spread.
A few seconds later…the screams began.
The monster advanced.
Eron closed his eyes, certain he was about to die.
That was when he heard the voice.
“Do you accept the Seal?”
It did not come from outside.It came from within.
He didn’t understand, but he answered:
“Yes.”
The world burned.
An unbearable pain raced through his body.Something etched itself into his skin, like a living mark.
He collapsed, unconscious.
When he awoke, he was surrounded by figures in dark cloaks.
One of them knelt and said:
“You were chosen. Now… you are a Sealer.”