
When the age of war ended, humanity did not fall — it simply fractured.
From the ashes of the old world rose countless factions, each clinging to their own truth: some worshipping machines as gods, others seeking to rebuild the world through science, and many more surrendering to faiths born from fear.
The earth had not healed. It had forgotten.
And somewhere far beyond the veil of what could be known, something stirred.
It was not god, nor demon, nor dream — but a presence that existed before those words were ever conceived. Its nature defied all language; its form could not be drawn by thought.
Even its passing whim was enough to tilt the balance of time.
In one idle gesture — a cosmic jest made without malice or intent — the currents of existence broke.
Through that unseen rift, a single life was torn from its rightful place.
Kaodin, a ten-year-old Muaythai apprentice, awakens four centuries beyond his time — in the year 2401 — upon a world rebuilt in ruin and ruled by fractured truths.
There, under skies where faith and machine intertwine, the boy becomes an echo of a mistake made by something beyond comprehension.
Whether that act of divine negligence will rekindle the last hope of humankind —
or awaken the ruin that ends all things — no one can say.

