Day 1

In the era of Long Nights after a baby boy was born, Gods and their believers heard a slight hum of iron against iron. Images of the battlefield flashing in their memories, thinking about those lives that were lost.

The Shamans saw vivid dream of their gimsacha floating in the void. Spirit Walkers felt the light in the Magic Lantern flicker and turn a slight white for a second.

The Megalodons shrank to the size of birds in an instant. The world was distorted by the anger and hatred for the Eldritch Abominations.

These are all future events that were also predicted by regular humans.

Seconds after the birth...

{The Epic has been discovered.. Conquering the Existence. Existence successfully Conquered}

He was reborn without his memories or identity. The wind was getting sharper by each breath and was forming a whirlwind around the barrier of the house.

The baby's eyes would not open until the mother kissed the third eye hidden in the forehead. He has the ability to adapt his body to the surroundings and get the best benefit.

The House was slowly falling apart, his power went out of control when the mother fell asleep. They woke her up and she had to use her remaining power to control his power.

She died trying to save her household and the family would never forget this day. It was a day of life but also death, and a cycle of it would continue for days.

The next day.. In a dream

[Mors Phrixus Am-Heh, do you accept the burden of your surname and vowed to tread the path of Epsilon and reclaim the fallen ability?}

"Yes I do!" he replied

Remaining completely unhinged about the journey even immortals fear.