{Year 0721} - 6 years before battle before battle. February.

  The streets were empty and broken. Buildings, once tall and strong, were now blackened ruins, smoke still rising from the fires that had consumed them. The air smelled of ash, blood, and death.

  A lone figure walked through this destruction—his long blue hair swaying with each step, reflecting the glow of the dying embers around him. He wore peacock armor, its beauty untouched by the chaos. His violet eyes held a strange mix of emotions—pain, anger, and something even darker.

  Hunger. Not for food, but for power.

  He had been betrayed. Hunted. Broken.

  But he had survived.

  And now, he would rise.

  He stopped.

  A sound came from the alleyway—a weak breath, a shiver.

  Someone was there.

  ---

  Hiding in the darkness, there was a small girl, maybe ten years old. Her clothes were torn, her body covered in bruises and cuts. She clutched a small piece of stale bread, as if it was the only thing keeping her alive.

  The moment she saw him, fear filled her eyes.

  She pressed herself against the cold wall, shaking.

  She thought he would hurt her.

  Just like the others did.

  The warrior—no, the monster that the world now feared—stared at her.

  For a moment, he saw something familiar.

  Cilia. Maria. The others.

  They had looked at him the same way before they…

  Before they were taken from him.

  He took a step forward.

  The girl curled into herself. “P-please…”

  A long silence.

  Then, he slowly crouched, bringing himself to her level.

  “…Are you alone?”

  The girl hesitated, then nodded.

  “No family?”

  Another nod.

  The warrior reached into his coat.

  The girl flinched, expecting pain—but instead, he placed a small loaf of bread beside her.

  “Eat.”

  She looked at him, confused. “…Why?”

  He didn’t answer.

  He simply stood up and walked away.

  ---

  As he walked through the ruins, his mind was clear.

  The gods had abandoned him. The people had hated him, feared him, hunted him.

  He had every reason to destroy them.

  But vengeance was not enough.

  Power alone was not enough.

  If he truly wanted to change this world, he needed more.

  He needed a crown of throne.

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  A place where even the gods would kneel.

  A place where he would never have to kneel again.

  The wind whispered through the ruins, carrying his name. 'Krishna maria ceaser'

  A name that, soon, the heavens themselves would fear.

  And so, the Last Tyrant took another step toward his destiny.

  Some year before.....

  

  {Year 0711 : May-01} 26 years before battle or the present time.

  The night was quiet, but Krishna's mind was loud. He lay in bed, staring at the wooden ceiling of the orphanage. The past haunted him—blood, screams, the sound of rushing water.

  Cilia’s voice echoed in his mind.

  "Run, Krishna! Don’t look back!"

  He squeezed his eyes shut. The memories of Cilia—his kind, caring sister who always protected him—never faded.

  He clenched his fists. Why did the gods take everything from him?

  Morning came, but Krishna barely slept. He rose before the others, his sharp blue eyes cold and distant.

  ---

  

  NEXT MORNING<[MAY-02]>

  A Morning at the Church

  The grand church bells rang, calling everyone to prayer. The orphanage children, dressed in simple robes, walked in lines toward the Holy Cathedral.

  Krishna and Garry sat together. Garry bowed his head in prayer, but Krishna remained still, his expression unreadable.

  The priest spoke of forgiveness, devotion, and faith, but Krishna only felt bitterness. Faith? The gods never answered his prayers.

  His gaze wandered. That’s when he noticed a group of well-dressed noblemen entering the church.

  ---

  A tall, regal-looking nobleman stepped forward. His voice was smooth but carried authority.

  "Children of the orphanage, you have been given a great chance. The prestigious Holy Lunarcrest Academy is seeking new students. Those who prove their worth shall receive training, shelter, and a future filled with power!"

  The children gasped. An opportunity like this was rare. Lunarcrest Academy trained the elites of the kingdom—mages, knights, and scholars.

  Krishna wasn’t interested. He wasn’t interested in serving nobles or playing by their rules.

  But Garry’s eyes shone with excitement.

  "Big bro! We have to join! This is our chance!"

  Krishna sighed. Garry always dreamed of becoming a great priest. He wouldn’t stop him.

  --

  As the nobles spoke, a girl stepped forward—a noble, yet kind-looking. She had golden-brown hair that swayed as she moved, and her emerald-green eyes scanned the crowd.

  Unlike the others, she wasn’t looking at the noblemen or the priest. She was looking at Krishna highlighting between the other childerns, becusse of his beautiful eyes and hairs.

  She approached, her expression unreadable.

  "You don’t seem excited like the others," she said.

  Krishna didn’t react.

  "Most orphans dream of joining the academy. But you… you don’t seem to care."

  He met her gaze, silent.

  Serena studied him for a moment before smiling slightly.

  "Are you already strong, or do you just not care about strength?"

  There was something sharp in her words. Not mocking—just curious.

  Krishna looked away. She was asking the wrong question.

  That night, Krishna couldn’t sleep again. He walked into the quiet forest behind the orphanage.

  The moonlight cast silver shadows as he moved.

  He was just thinking about serena and his words.

  He think that he have to go academy becuase he can't let garry alone in academy.

  He made a promise with the garry's mom. He promised that he protect garry.

  He looked at his hands.

  "This isn’t enough."

  Power. He needed more power. To protect him and to became god.

  He stared up at the moon. His heart burned with determination.

  Later that night, the orphanage priest found Krishna sitting alone. The moonlight cast a silver glow on his long blue hair.

  "You refused them," the priest said, sitting beside him.

  Krishna didn’t respond.

  The priest sighed. "I won’t tell you what’s right or wrong, but power… power is a dangerous thing. Those who seek it without care often lose themselves."

  Krishna finally spoke.

  "And those who don’t seek it… often lose everything."

  The priest fell silent.

  He knew Krishna’s pain. He knew the losses that weighed on his young shoulders. And yet, the path Krishna walked was one filled with storms.

  ---

  

  The next morning,<[MAY-03]>

  Garry was still talking about the academy.

  "You should come too, big bro! If we pass, we can be together in the capital!"

  Krishna didn’t respond immediately.

  Then, he looked at Garry and smirked. "We’ll see."

  As the sun rose, Krishna knew one thing—his path was set.

  He would rise. He would become something great.

  He would become a strong.

  ---Days passed.

  

  <[MAY-10]>

  Life in the orphanage continued as usual.

  Garry trained hard, determined to join the academy with Krishna.

  Serena kept her distance but occasionally watched him with curiosity.

  But then—something changed.

  One night, under the crimson sky, Krishna felt it.

  A shift in the air.

  A storm was coming.

  And this time, he wouldn’t run from it.

  **?? End of Chapter**