In the pitch-black silence of the ocean's abyss, where no light dared to shine, something stirred.

  A strange, ominous box—smooth, black, and etched with glowing red and blue runes—floated among the currents, anchored to the sea floor by forgotten magic. The seals on its surface began to crackle with energy, breaking apart like shattered glass. A brilliant light exploded from within, piercing the oceanic darkness.

  The box burst open.

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  From the glowing mist, a boy stepped out.

  His eyes, one glowing red and the other blue, pulsed with raw energy. His blue hair fluttered gently in the water, unaffected by the crushing pressure. He wore a short-sleeved blue jacket over a black long-sleeved shirt, matching black trousers, and blue wristbands that shimmered with enchantments long sealed away.

  He looked up toward the surface, as though he could see through the miles of water and stone between him and the sky.

  “The seal has opened…” he muttered, voice calm yet filled with purpose. “I can feel it—his energy. But it’s… different. Stronger.”

  His aura shimmered in the water like a current of divine wrath. Faint whispers echoed around him, like fragments of ancient magic still clinging to his soul.

  He clenched his fists and took a step forward, the water parting unnaturally around him.

  “Just you wait... I’ll find you—one way or the other.”