Reborn from Chaos: Chronicles of the Chicana Clã

Divine Flames and Human Silences

The sky was covered by a black aurora.

The clouds, always shifting since the beginning of the disaster, now seemed frozen — as if the world itself were holding its breath.

The stillness was strange, unsettling… a harbinger of something greater.

Kaiyden stood in the backyard of what remained of the house.

The air was still heavy — even after so much time, the altered gravity bent the backs of those too weak to resist.

But to him… everything felt lighter.

His eyes had turned golden, gazing into the horizon, his skin pulsing with an energy he still didn't fully understand.

His heart beat to a different rhythm — a divine rhythm.

And then the pain began. Excruciating.

He fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony.

— Kaiyden… — his mother called from the porch, voice filled with worry. — Are you alright?

He tried to stand.

And then it happened.

A golden pulse burst from his body.

The light engulfed the air — a fire that didn't burn, but made everything around tremble.

A living energy, like a conscious entity, wrapped around his entire body — like a cloak of light woven by the gods themselves.

The house shook.

Windows shattered.

The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly from the pressure of the manifestation.

— What… what is this?! — exclaimed his father, stepping outside with the sisters behind. The youngest, Elise, collapsed to her knees, eyes wide, breathless.

— My God… — murmured the eldest sister. — Is this… magic?

Then the pain stopped.

Kaiyden slowly raised his hands, watching the energy swirl around his fingers like golden serpents.

A fragment of light rose from his palm, spiraling around his wrist.

— So this is what it feels like… to have a lineage. Incredible.

He looked at his stunned, worried family.

"It's… something new," he said calmly. — Something the tower… or the world… has given me.

He looked at his family — parents, sisters — eyes filled with fear, awe, confusion.

He took a deep breath and chose to share a little truth. Just enough.

— I've awakened… a special lineage. Something that didn't exist in our world before. It's like… a divine mark. A seed of power that connects me to something higher.

— The tower did this to you? — asked his mother, her voice trembling, almost pleading.

— Yes. But not just to me.

He raised his arm and revealed a spiritual crystal — radiant, glowing like a miniature star — hovering above his palm.

— The tower left this. And said… to consume it.

The father frowned.

— That looks dangerous.

— Everything in this new world is dangerous, Father, Kaiyden said firmly.

— But denying it is the same as dying where you stand.

He looked at the crystals he'd gathered — two of common grade, dropped earlier by the mutant cats.

They glowed with a wild, alluring light, as if still pulsing with primal will.

— The tower is not just a challenge, he continued.

— It's a mechanism of selection. A tool. It separates us. Tests us. Transforms us.

— And you trust it? — asked Lena, the middle sister.

— I don't trust it, he said.

— But I understand the game.

Silence fell.

The wind blew cold now — unlike the magical warmth that surrounded him.

— You all saw the announcement. Danilo Chicana. A name now known to everyone, even if no one knew it before. A man who cleared the first level of Abyss Mode — a mode that, by name alone, seems like it could destroy entire kingdoms. And he did it today. Day one.

— Is that even possible…? — asked the mother, in disbelief.

— I don't know who he is, Kaiyden answered.

— But I know what he might become.

And if he can do it… everyone standing still will be left behind.

The father clenched his fists.

— Are you going into that tower, son?

Kaiyden nodded.

— I have to. Now. The world won't wait.

— We don't know what's inside. It could be dangerous. We don't want to lose you, said the youngest sister. — We're still a family.

He smiled. A sad smile, but sincere.

— And that's exactly why… I must go.

He knelt before her and handed her one of the crystals.

— Keep this. If I'm not mistaken, it might become the currency of this new world. With it… we might survive a bit longer.

The father stared at him for a long moment.

— You've changed. Since that night.

— We all have, he replied.

— But I… I died inside before all of this. Now it's just the shell adapting.

Silence again.

The mother stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

— Whatever happens… never forget, Aiyden… you are still our son.

He didn't reply. Just held the hug a second longer than he should have… and then rose.

With one motion, the divine lineage energy burst outward.

The particles floated around his body until they formed a kind of ethereal armor that quickly vanished.

Only a golden symbol remained on his shoulder:

The Glyph of the Flame of Awakening.

He looked toward the tower.

Even from a distance, its presence dominated all.

Infinite. Ancient. Alive.

It rose into the sky like a finger raised by the gods.

He took the first step. The earth trembled.

[System: You have approached the Tower of Beginning. Do you wish to enter?]

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered:

— Yes.

Light engulfed his body — and in an instant, he vanished.

The tower had received another challenger.

As the tower's light consumed him, Kaiyden felt his body dematerialize. It didn't hurt — but it was strange.

Like his soul was unraveling.

In the void between one world and the next, his thoughts echoed louder than sound.

"Reborn on the first day…"

"Blessing… or curse?"

Suddenly, he remembered his original world — a thousand years after the apocalypse began.

Back then, humans were already a forgotten species — divided, fearful, and traitors to themselves.

"When I was born in that world, the great clans ruled everything. Families of Chosen Ones, each worshipping a god, each with their doctrines — and their secrets."

Religion was no longer faith. It was a military structure.

"Each faith had a name. A castle. An empire."

And none of them sought collective salvation.

All they wanted was domination.

Lands. Sacrifices. Cults.

"The churches sacrificed the poor in silence for divine blessings. And the Chosen…?"

"They crawled for power like starving dogs. Their children were born with halos… but hollow eyes."

Kaiyden closed his eyes as his body passed through the dimensional veil of the tower.

He remembered the darkness that came from the sky in year 997 of the apocalypse.

"By then, the other kingdoms — insects, beasts, mutant dwarves, elementals — had united. They had purpose. Direction."

"But humans…?"

"Every faction was a prison."

"Every patriarch a tyrant."

"Every Chosen a butcher."

Then came the Æther.

A race from another dimension.

They were not like the gods — who needed faith, sacrifices, or obedience.

The Æther didn't ask. They took.

"And there was no one left to protect humanity.

No gods. No Chosen. No factions."

"What happened then?"

"The gods fled."

"Yes. They fled."

"They abandoned their altars.

The Chosen went mad.

The world burned.

And humanity turned to ash."

The light from the tower now shone brighter.

Kaiyden could hear echoes of voices — perhaps memories yet to come.

But he didn't lose focus.

"Now…"

"I've been reborn before everything."

"Before the doctrines."

"Before the pacts."

"Before the bloodstained altars."

"I can change everything."

"I don't need a religion.

I don't need a god."

"The only one who decides who lives or dies now… is me."

Then he smiled — a small, dark smile.

"Danilo Chicana…"

"I don't know who you are.

But your existence… reminds me I'm not alone."

"And if you are worthy… perhaps we'll meet at the top."

"Or I'll crush you on the way there."

The light consumed him completely.

The tower had accepted him.

Kaiyden Karun, the reborn — bearer of a thousand years of pain —

had taken the first step toward a destiny only true survivors dare walk.