Anotherworldly Invaders Descend, and Superpowers Run Wild and Evolve!

Twenty years ago, a rift appeared in the sky out of nowhere. Stretching across the heavens, the pitch-black fissure looked like a wound carved open by a giant blade, one that would never heal. Dark purple spatial currents roiled along its edges as pale gray mist drifted silently down. Beneath the rift, a handful of people were touched by the aura of another world and awakened supernatural abilities. Some could summon scorching winds, others could blanket the land in frost, and some could lift an entire shipping container.

Everyone thought this was the beginning of human evolution.

That is, until the first batch of Awakened went mad.

The more they used their powers, the less control they had over their emotions. The fearful saw threats everywhere, the furious burned down streets, and the grief-stricken cried until their powers ran wild, freezing half a street into a tomb of ice. Some laughed maniacally, claiming they had seen the secret of the world. Others babbled incoherently, pointing at the sky and shouting, “They’re all monsters, all of them!” But there was nothing in the sky except that rift, something people had long since grown used to.