Chapter One – Dreams on the Edge of Silence.
Three hundred years ago, humanity was struck by the first catastrophe: the Great Flood. The waters rose, swallowing the continents and burying civilizations beneath their waves. Only one landmass remained a vast island resting in the heart of the ancient continent now the last remnant of the world.
Upon that land, the only surviving nation was founded, encircled by a towering wall known as the "Great Wall," separating the inside from the desolate outside. Then, a century later, the second catastrophe arrived… The Abyss.
The earth itself split open, revealing a bottomless chasm that was no mere hole it pierced the bowels of the world, with each layer said to be as vast as a city or even an entire nation. With its appearance came the phenomenon known as "Inclination or Well" an innate energy born within every human being, and the foundation of their very survival.
Every child borned with "Inclination" from birth. And "Inclination" itself was not singular but classified into five known levels:
1- Spark of Survival 2- Pulse of Power 3- Core of Command 4- Extension of Will 5- World's Heart
As "Inclination" rose, the old world order collapsed. Traditional governments crumbled, replaced by the emergence of the "Ten Orders" powerful factions that ruled independently within the surviving nation.
Yet the Orders were not for all. The First Three Orders belonged to the nobility, directly linked to the King. The next Four represented the executive and research bodies. The final Three oversaw free professions, military affairs, and covert operations among them the Tenth Order, rumored to answer to no one.
Citizens within the Orders enjoyed protection, advanced technologies, and opportunity.
Those outside villagers and drifters were treated as second-class, barely considered true citizens.
Yet a sliver of hope remained: The children of the outskirts could apply for "Inclination" Testing, and if they succeeded, be formally admitted into an Order. It was their only dream of salvation.
On one stormy night fifteen years ago, faint knocking echoed against the door of a lonely wooden hut in the village of Lithra. An old woman, living alone, opened the door and found a small basket swathed in a black cloth. Inside, a baby boy. He did not cry, nor did he move much yet he was warm, despite the raging storm.
The woman gazed upon him for a long moment, then cradled him in her arms and whispered,"Levan... I will call you Levan." Thus, Levan grew up in that worn rural village.
No official documents.
No known kin.
And no visible signs of possessing an "Inclination" .
But no one dared speak it aloud for "Inclination" was life itself, and without it, a newborn would surely die within an hours. Yet Levan lived. He grew. People assumed he must possess a faint, almost dead spark what they called a "Dormant Flicker."
There was another boy in the village: Romo, the son of a former fighter but from one of the Orders, who possessed a true level-two "Inclination" .
The two spent their days together — Romo dreaming of ascending to an Order, and Levan silently following.
Levan was not isolated, nor was he odd as some believed. He spoke when spoken to, answered without hesitation, and trained diligently even when he stumbled and fell. But deep down… he felt nothing. No surge within. No whisper of "Inclination" stirring in his soul.
Beyond the Great Wall, wastelands stretched endlessly — barren, silent lands where strange creatures were said to wander. Expeditions were sometimes sent beyond the Wall, or into the Abyss itself — but few ever returned. The Abyss was no mere pit; Each layer was a world unto itself.
Official records stated that reaching the thirtieth layer was already a feat of legends, and anyone who reached the fiftieth was hailed as mythic.
But the seventieth layer…
No one had ever emerged from it alive, except for the Commander of the Tenth Order, a man whispered to have ventured that far though some claimed he did not return as the same man who had descended.
It was also said that the truth behind the rise of creatures, and even the Great Flood itself…
lay buried in the deepest roots of the Abyss.
One faded evening, Romo and Levan sat upon a stone overlooking their village, the wind quiet, the sky dimming into dusk.
Romo broke the silence, his voice calm but heavy with longing.
"If I fail tomorrow, I'll try again. But if I succeed… I'll drag you with me, even if they reject you."
He smiled faintly, then added, "I want to descend into the Abyss. My father vanished down there. If there's a chance he's alive… I have to follow him."
Levan didn't respond at first. His eyes stayed fixed on the horizon. Then he spoke:
"I want to become stronger. Strong enough to raise the name of our village, to protect my mother… and everyone I care about."
He paused, his voice soft but firm, "This village… has become my treasure. One day, I'll bring them all with me into one of the Orders."
Romo laughed. "You never fail to surprise me, Levan."
And so, as night settled over the quiet world, the next dawn waited — carrying with it the first step toward the unknown.
End of Chapter 1.
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In this world, Inclination is the breath of life — without it, a human simply dies, just as surely as they would without air.
With Inclination, people can bend wind, summon fire, and defy the natural order.
But what if someone… was born without Inclination ?
What if Levan — the quiet boy from the forgotten village — held nothing?
Nothing... in a world where nothingness should mean death.
What happens… when the impossible walks among the living???