Location: Kyren's Apartment in Hollywood, California.
"Kyren, you are destined for a higher purpose, far beyond human comprehension", the voice whispers to Kyren in his dreams.
The morning alarm goes off and Kyren wakes up, brushes his teeth, takes a shower, puts on some decent clothes, slings his duffel bag over one shoulder and gets a disposable cup of hot coffee straight from the coffee maker, still near boiling, exits his apartment and locks the door.
"Kyren, be careful, you will burn off your lips with that coffee", yells Mrs. Vega, "just look at the strong steam coming from it, enough to kill a fly passing over the cup."
"Thanks, Mrs. Vega, I will be careful and have a lovely day," Kyren tells Mrs. Vega while exiting the apartment building.
"That frail old woman frets over a single fly caught in the steam…" the voice sneered, its laughter curling darkly through his mind.
"Ha… ha… haaa…" it echoed, slow and mocking.
"She still doesn't understand—she's the one trapped in the fire and will soon get burnt."
"One of these days."
"Such big talk for something that can't do a thing." Kyren tells the voice.
Kyren chugs the coffee and tosses the cup in a trash bin outside the building, and begins sprinting towards the studio.
SILVERDASH STUDIOS - BACKLOT - SUNRISE
"Good morning, Kyren, you're early as usual." Said the security guard.
"Good morning to you too, Bobby," Kyren replies.
Kyren then heads to the set, puts on makeup, and wears his costume for the movie shooting and takes a seat while filming progresses, and waits for his part.
A well-built muscular man, 22 years old, advances to where Kyren was sitting and occupies an empty seat near him.
"Kyren Vale, I am with the GAA Stormborne suppression unit, the entire place is surrounded", whispers the strange man, "come quietly for your own sake, don't cause a scene and drag innocent people into your chaos."
"Shut the hell up, you ass", murmurs Kyren.
"You can't take a joke, bro", says the strange man.
This man is called Juno Reyes, a movie star. Kyren's second-best friend, and the only person who knows that Kyren is a Stormborne. He's also an elite Alpha-level Awakened, his body absorbs damage and converts it into intense raw energy within him.
Juno seems invincible but can actually be injured by a person or weapon more powerful than him, for instance, omega, celestial and primordial individuals and even consistent attacks from elite alpha-level individuals.
Juno found out Kyren's secret two years ago, but before Juno found out Kyren's secret, he disliked Kyren. Telling Kyren that his role as a powerless nobody was to make him shine.
But one unfortunate day during a movie shoot in the woods, an elite alpha-level Awakened villain known as The Scarlett Berserker appeared and began attacking anyone in his sight.
TWO YEARS AGO. The Day Pride Bled
The forest had been built for illusion.
Fake cabins. Artificial fog machines. Cameras hidden between trees to capture the "perfect wilderness shot."
Juno Reyes stood at the center of it all, flawless as always—muscles defined under the soft glow of studio lighting, a living legend even before the world fully understood what he truly was.
"Reset the scene!" the director shouted.
Juno exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. His eyes drifted, just for a moment, toward Kyren—standing off to the side, quiet, forgettable.
A nobody.
Juno smirked faintly.
"Stay out of the way," he muttered under his breath earlier that day. "Some of us are meant to shine."
Kyren hadn't responded.
He never did.
The wind changed.
Not gently—but violently. Trees bent. Leaves tore from branches. The artificial fog scattered as if reality itself rejected the set.
Then came the smell.
Iron.
Blood.
A figure stepped out from between the trees, dragging something behind him—a crew member, lifeless, leaving a thick crimson trail.
The Scarlett Berserker.
His skin pulsed faintly, veins glowing like molten red cracks. Blood slithered unnaturally across his arms, forming jagged blades that extended and reshaped with every twitch of his fingers.
"Run," Juno said immediately—calm, commanding.
No one argued.
Screams erupted as the crew scattered into the forest.
Juno stepped forward alone.
The ground split beneath their first clash.
Juno's fist collided with a blood-forged blade, the impact cracking the air like thunder. The Berserker grinned, eyes wild, as his weapon shifted mid-contact—blade turning into a spiked hammer that smashed into Juno's ribs.
Juno was launched backward, crashing through a tree.
He stood up instantly.
Smiled.
"Good," Juno muttered, wiping blood from his lip. "Finally… something real."
He charged.
This time, his punches came faster—each one carrying bone-crushing force. He drove the Berserker back, fists slamming into flesh with devastating impact. The ground cratered beneath their feet.
For a moment—just a moment—Juno dominated.
Then the blood began to move.
The Berserker's wounds… closed. Instantly.
Every punch Juno landed faded like it never happened.
And then the counterattack came.
Blades erupted.
From his arms. From his back. From the very blood dripping onto the ground. Spears shot forward like bullets, slicing into Juno's torso, his shoulders, his thighs.
Juno staggered.
Another strike—deeper this time. A blade carved across his chest, opening flesh down to muscle.
Juno gritted his teeth, swinging again—but slower now.
The Berserker ducked.
A blood hammer formed and crashed into Juno's side.
Something cracked.
Juno dropped to one knee.
Collapse
His breath came ragged.
His body was trying to heal—he could feel it—but it wasn't fast enough. Not against this. Not against someone who erased damage as if it never existed.
Blood dripped from his fingertips.
His vision blurred.
No… not like this.
The Berserker approached slowly, savoring it. Blood coiled around his arm, forming a massive, jagged spear—pulsing, alive.
"You're strong," the Berserker said, almost impressed. "But strength without endurance… is just delayed death."
Juno tried to stand.
His legs trembled.
Failed.
For the first time in a long time—
Juno Reyes felt powerless.
The spear came down.
And the world exploded.
Lightning tore through the forest like a divine judgment. The bolt struck the Berserker mid-swing, hurling him across the clearing and into a tree with bone-shattering force.
The air vibrated.
Crackled.
Shifted.
Kyren stood between them.
Silent.
Different.
Electricity crawled across his body—not wild, but controlled, coiling like something alive beneath his skin. His eyes glowed faintly, locked onto the Berserker.
Juno's blurred vision widened.
Kyren…?
The Berserker roared and charged back—faster, angrier.
Kyren moved.
Not like a man.
Like lightning given form.
He vanished—then reappeared mid-strike, his kick slamming into the Berserker's jaw with explosive force, lifting him off the ground.
Before gravity could reclaim him—
Kyren struck again.
And again.
And again.
Each hit detonated with electric fury, his fists and legs wrapped in blinding arcs of lightning. The speed was incomprehensible—afterimages flickering, thunderclaps stacking on top of each other.
The Berserker tried to heal—
But couldn't.
The damage came too fast.
Too relentless.
His blood constructs shattered before they could fully form. His body burned, charred, overwhelmed by raw voltage that disrupted his very regeneration.
From his perspective—
It was impossible.
It felt like Juno had become something else.
A final strike came—a downward, lightning-charged kick that slammed him into the earth, creating a crater that swallowed his body whole.
Silence followed.
The Berserker lay broken, smoking, barely conscious—his healing slowed to a crawl.
He didn't understand.
He couldn't.
Kyren turned immediately.
The storm faded.
He dropped beside Juno, hands steady despite the chaos.
"Stay with me," Kyren said urgently, tearing fabric, pressing wounds, stopping blood.
Juno stared at him, dazed—seeing him for the first time.
Not as a nobody.
But as something… terrifying.
"...You…" Juno whispered.
Kyren didn't answer.
Sirens cut through the forest.
GAA Division 9 had arrived.
Juno looked at Kyren—really looked at him. At the man who had just done the impossible. The man he had mocked.
The man who saved him.
Kyren stepped back, already retreating into the shadows.
Juno inhaled sharply… then stood, barely.
When the strike team approached, weapons ready, one of them shouted:
"Who took the Berserker down?!"
Juno wiped the blood from his face.
Straightened.
And said, without hesitation:
"I did."
Later, when the chaos had settled—
Kyren returned. Quiet. Uncertain.
Juno looked at him for a long moment.
Then… laughed weakly.
"Guess… you're not just a background extra."
Kyren blinked.
Juno extended a bloodied hand.
"Next time," he said, smirking despite the pain, "try not to steal my spotlight."
Kyren hesitated—then took it.
And from that moment on—
They were no longer hero and nobody.
They were brothers.
Bound by a storm the world wasn't ready to face.
PRESENT DAY. HOLLYWOOD - SILVERDASH STUDIOS.
"How have you been, man?" Juno asks Kyren. "Our shooting in Washington wrapped up yesterday, and I decided to pass by today and say hello to my best bud."
"Oh, and I am sorry for teasing you that I was with the GAA Stormborne suppression unit." Says Juno.
"You've surrounded yourself with fools," the voice murmured, low and venomous.
"These people you cling to… they don't lift you—they dilute you. They blunt your edge, chain your ascent, and drag you further from what you're meant to become."
A pause. Then, colder—
"You were never meant to stand among them, Kyren… you were meant to rise above them. To become a god."
Kyren ignores the voice.
"It's ok, dude ", says Kyren. "Dude, but, I messed up big time."
Juno asks Kyren what had transpired, and Kyren fills Juno in on what happened the previous night.
"Relax, bro. No cameras, no witnesses. You're in the clear", and that Kyren had managed to contain the surge within the alleyway.
"Have you heard anything about your power surge in the alleyway?" Juno asks Kyren.
"Only about the blackout within the area where the incident occurred, but nothing more," Kyren replies.
"Then relax. Don't act suspicious unless you want to draw unwanted attention." Says Juno.
"After shooting wraps up, we will go to the alleyway and make sure that you didn't leave anything that can incriminate you or show that there was a battle recently in the area," Juno says.
"Alright, thanks, dude, I guess I needed someone to talk to about this entire situation, and you did just fine for a jerk," Kyren says.
"Wow, thanks, man, I really liked the compliment." Juno scoffs. " But why don't you tell your girlfriend what you are? I am sure she would understand."
"I can't be near them either, but I sympathize with them," Kyren remembers Talia's words from the previous night at the restaurant.
"First of all, Talia isn't my girlfriend. Secondly, even if she understood my situation, I don't want to put her in a difficult situation," Kyren replies to Juno.
"And I don't want to risk having a breakdown in case she resents me, even if the chance is only one percent." Kyren says.
"Alright, bro, it's ok, I get how you feel about her, you don't want to risk your relationship with her." Juno comforts Kyren.
"KYREN, " The Director yells. "It's time to do what you do best".
"And that's to do my best and make sure that someone else shines through my hard work." Kyren thinks to himself.
Location: Hollywood Hills in the Santa Monica mountains, Los Angeles, California.
A few meters behind the Hollywood sign, a GAA high-tech jet lands and a group of elite agents steps out, and then the jet departs.
The team consists of three normal agents with high-tech gear and three elite alpha-level Awakened agents.
Agent Kaida Sorel, "Phantom", a normal person. Can vanish from sight using a spectral cloak. While cloaked, her movements are silent, and even heat sensors struggle to track her.
Has Twin mono-molecular daggers that can cut through reinforced steel.
Cloak projects after-images to confuse opponents during infiltration or combat.
Agent Malik Arctis, "Iron Fang", a normal person. Bio-Mechanical Gauntlet: Designed to neutralize elemental attacks. It can absorb a burst of lightning or fire and discharge it as a concussive punch.
Trained in brutal martial arts, he uses grappling, disarms, and takedowns.
Can crush stone with a single enhanced punch from his gauntlet.
Agent Orion Veyr, "Grav", a normal person. Adaptive Exo-Armor: Enhances his strength and speed; he can lift cars and leap several stories
Naomi Veyra, "Aegis", an elite alpha-level Awakened.
Energy Redirection: Can generate golden shields that absorb incoming force (bullets, fire, lightning) and reflect it in a controlled blast.
Can project kinetic force outward, knocking back multiple enemies at once.
Resonance Suit: Enhances her shield output, letting her protect entire squads.
Idris Fenn, "Mindshock", an elite alpha-level Awakened.
Neuro-Electric Bursts: Fires jolts of electricity tuned to neural frequencies, stunning enemies and disrupting motor functions.
Can project a psychic "buzz" that clouds concentration, making opponents second-guess their movements.
Neural Gauntlets: Amplify his bursts, letting him short-circuit drones or briefly paralyze a human target.
Teo Marcovic, "Ironveil", an elite alpha-level Awakened.
Alloy Skin: Can transform his flesh into reflective, impervious metal. Bullets, blades, and fire bounce off him.
His metallic skin can briefly mirror energy attacks back at the sender, though imperfectly.
Power Hammer: A resonance-charged weapon that hits like a wrecking ball. Can knock trucks aside with one swing.
"I am sure everyone got briefed about the target's capabilities." The phantom, Agent Sorel, says to her team.
"We will be using our codenames in the field." The phantom instructs her team.
"I was assigned to take point on this mission. We execute swiftly. No delays. In case of any emergency, we were each given a phone number to call." The phantom says.
"This phone number belongs to a dangerously skilled GAA sleeper agent in Hollywood. We are to call that agent in case of immediate backup or assistance." The phantom instructs her team.
"Alright, let's get to work. The sooner this electric freak is neutralized, the sooner we get back home." The Phantom says.
"But before we can neutralize the target, we have to first locate it." Says the phantom.
"Statistically, targets often revisit the scene. We start there." Says the phantom.