The city never slept. Its heart beat in rhythm with millions of lives, where every street and alley held secrets and stories. Skyscrapers, illuminated by bright neon lights like stars on Earth, towered over all this chaos. But this night was special. The air was filled with unease, something no one could explain. Something was happening beyond human understanding, something that would soon change this world forever. Nix always felt like an outsider. He lived on the outskirts of the city, spending nights on rooftops watching the stars, which were almost impossible to see through the city's glow. To him, it seemed he was one of the few who saw beauty in this chaotic hustle. But tonight, his inner voice spoke louder than ever. Something was coming—something massive and dangerous, and the feeling grew stronger with each passing second. Suddenly, the sky split open with a brilliant flash of light. From the clouds emerged a creature, a mix of metal and energy. It roared loudly, its sound echoing off the walls of buildings. Its size was colossal, its eyes burning red like two tiny suns. People began to panic, running and seeking shelter. Streets turned into chaos as fear spread faster than fire, engulfing everyone within sight of the monster. Nix stood atop one of the skyscrapers, his heart pounding wildly. He felt something awakening inside him, like a dormant power deciding to reveal itself right now. This sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating. His body started to warm up, quickly transforming into raw power. He realized this wasn’t just coincidence—it was his destiny. The creature began attacking. Its beams of energy destroyed everything around, turning homes into dust. Nix leaped down from the roof, landing among the terrified crowd. He turned to them, his face resolute despite the fear in his eyes. “I can’t leave you here,” he said, and his hands began glowing with soft silver light. “My name is Nix. And today, I will be your protector.” His words sounded confident, but inside, he was tense. He knew this might be the last moment of his life, but backing away from the fight was impossible. Something deep inside told him he was made for more. He rose into the air, surrounded by a ring of light. Behind him appeared a symbol—intersecting lines forming the word “EDGE.” This was more than just light; it was his strength, his purpose. Layer EDGE had activated. The monster attacked again, firing powerful beams of energy. They struck the ground, creating deep cracks, but Nix managed to put up an energy shield, deflecting the blow. His voice boomed confidently: “You picked the wrong day to attack this city!” The battle was fierce. Every strike from the monster met with equal force from Nix. His movements were fast and precise, as if he’d been preparing for this moment his entire life. Gradually, the monster began losing power, its energy streams weakening until it vanished completely, dissolving into thin air. When it was over, Nix slowly descended to the ground. His shoulder was wounded, but he stood there, holding it, gazing at the devastated streets. Rescue teams helped people, some approaching him to express gratitude. But Nix didn’t listen. He saw something on the horizon—a darker shadow, larger than the first. It watched him, evaluating its next target.
Continuation... Nix returned to his rooftop, where it all began. He sat there, staring thoughtfully at the horizon. Thoughts swirled in his mind, searching for answers to questions he couldn’t even articulate. Who was he? Why did he possess the power of Layer EDGE? And most importantly, what would happen next? His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden rustle behind him. Turning around, he saw a figure cloaked in darkness. Their face was hidden under a hood, but their voice was raspy and enigmatic. “Do you know what you’ve done tonight?” the stranger asked. Nix tensed, his hands glowing with silvery light once more. “I saved people,” he replied. “Who are you?” The stranger stepped forward, revealing their face slightly. They wore a mask adorned with strange symbols. “I am the Guardian of the Boundary,” they said. “And I know you’re not just a man. Layer EDGE is ancient power chosen by very few. You must prepare for what lies ahead.” Nix furrowed his brow. “What awaits me?” The Guardian smiled, though their eyes remained serious. “You’ll meet others like you. Not all will be friends. You’ll uncover the great secret behind Layer EDGE. And you’ll have to choose your side.” With those words, the Guardian disappeared, fading into the air. Nix was left alone, staring pensively at the spot where the stranger had stood. What did it mean? Who were these "others"? And what secret hid behind Layer EDGE?
The Antagonist Appears... The next day, Nix continued his daily routine, trying to forget about what happened. But the city wasn’t the same anymore. People talked about him, calling him a hero. News channels replayed footage of his battle with the monster, sparking curiosity about who he was and where his power came from. Yet Nix sensed this was only the beginning. His dreams became vivid and strange. He saw other worlds, other people with similar abilities. He witnessed battles, victories, and defeats. Everything felt too real to be mere nightmares. One evening, while walking through the city, he heard screams. This time, it wasn’t humans—it was something else, something that sent chills down his spine. Approaching cautiously, he found another creature, similar to the one he fought before. But this one was different—it was bigger, stronger, and far more dangerous. From the shadows stepped a man clad in black armor etched with intricate patterns. His eyes glowed violet, and his voice dripped with disdain. “Hello, Nix,” he said, his voice echoing through the street. “I’m Abstract. I’m here to show you the true nature of your power. You may be a hero, but you’ll never stand against those who control everything.” Nix frowned, his hands glowing with silver light. “Who are you? What do you mean?” Abstract smirked, his armor radiating dark energy. “I’m part of what you fear. Part of your future. You may be a hero, but you’ll never be perfect. And me? I represent perfection. I embody the side that uses Layer EDGE for its own purposes—for power.” Anger surged within Nix. “If you want to show me your strength, let’s fight right now.” Abstract laughed coldly. “Not so fast, Nix. Our time will come. But remember this: every step you take leads against me. You may save this city, but you’ll never save yourself.” With that, Abstract vanished into the darkness, leaving Nix alone. The city fell silent, but it was a different kind of silence—one filled with foreboding.
The Mystery of Abstract Chain Later, back home, Nix’s thoughts were consumed by Abstract’s words. What did he mean by "those who control everything"? And why did his words sound so familiar? Suddenly, a memory surfaced—a legend about the Abstract Chain , a chain linking all wielders of Layer EDGE. It was a story he’d heard as a child, about how heroes and antagonists alike were connected by an invisible thread of fate. Each of them was a link in this chain, and their actions affected the entire world. Abstract, clearly, was one of those controlling the chain. He wasn’t just an enemy—he was a key piece in a game whose rules were written in blood and pain. Nix understood his path would be difficult. Now, he faced a choice: to be a hero or confront the dark side of his own power. Abstract was merely the beginning. What awaited him next? End of Issue #1. To be continued…