Imagine a super, super long jump forward in time. A hundred million years! So many lifetimes, so many kingdoms rose and fell like waves in the ocean. The time of Primeator and Nuwa, when they ruled with their great power, was now just a very old story, almost forgotten by everyone. Their kingdom was gone, the world was changed. The Great Mind's world was shattered, broken into many pieces.
The power they used, the "Prime Energy," was still there. But because the world was broken, the energy was broken too. It wasn't smooth and clean anymore. It was chaotic, jumping around, sometimes weak, sometimes incredibly strong without warning. It was a messy, wild power that shaped everything in this shattered world.
In a shining, beautiful city called Aethelgard, a main city in a powerful land called the Ascendant Dynasty, a baby boy was born. This wasn't just any baby. This was Tayo, the Primeator's son, born again into this new time. He carried a piece of that ancient, powerful blood inside him. But he didn't arrive in a world of war. He was born into a time of peace and great richness, a world that lived on the old victory of his past parents.
Tayo's new life started in a very important family called the House of Solaris. This family was famous for being very rich because of their businesses, and also for being masters of using Prime Energy, but in the city's clean, careful way. From the moment he was a baby, it was clear Tayo was special. His mind was amazing, like a super-fast sponge, taking in knowledge incredibly quickly. And when he used Prime Energy, it was different. He could twist and move it in strange, beautiful ways that even the oldest energy users found hard to understand.
His mother and father, Lord and Lady Solaris, were shocked and so proud of how talented their son was. They gave him everything – the most expensive toys, the best food, the smartest teachers, and the most advanced ways to train his energy. They wanted him to be perfect. But Tayo felt something strange inside. The old memories from his past life – flashes of fighting, of sadness, of the huge battle against the broken Mind – felt very real. They were like dark colours next to the bright, calm picture of his life now. It was hard to put the two together.
He learned everything he was taught. He became a master at fighting with swords, at using energy the city's way, and at planning war games. He was the best at every skill. He looked like the perfect child of the perfect family. But inside, the echoes of his past life, the memories of war and loss, were always there, making him feel different from everyone around him. He was the child from the old stories, reborn. He was the child of the universe, but a universe that was broken, and his past life was a secret hidden even from himself, until now.