A thousand years ago, a crack tore open in the fabric of space. From it emerged the Abberants, creatures from an unknown world, twisted beings that resembled mutated animals and monsters from humanity’s oldest myths. No human weapon could harm them. With overwhelming advantage, the Abberants ravaged cities and nations. Humanity stood helpless. Hopeless. Their will to fight crumbled.

  But then came a moment,

  A spark of light within the shattered space.

  From it emerged the Spirit Creatures, pure beings formed entirely of spirit energy, capable of damaging and destroying Abberants with ease. The spirit creature talks only to their holder via telepathy and instructs them of their powers. They urged humanity to rise again. As a final gift, they bestowed upon humans the Spirit Cards, mystical cards that housed the Spirit Creatures residing within each person’s soul.

  Each card glowed with colors signifying their tiers, rarity, their power, and the nature of the spirit within:

  Green– Small spirits capable only of support abilities.

  Blue– Combat-capable spirits, but too weak to stand alone.

  Red – Strong spirits able to fight three Abberants at once.

  Grey – Ancient spirits powerful enough to battle dozens.

  Black or White – Mythical spirits able to defeat hundreds effortlessly.

  And then there was the rarest of all—

  Rainbow.

  Rainbow spirit creatures, known as prime spirit creatures, held the power of the universe itself. Beings beyond imagination. The chance of manifesting a Rainbow spirit card was almost zero. Legend says it happened only once: the first human ever to wield a Spirit Card and perform the Spirit Drive. When he died, his card rose into the air, glowed, then dissolved, lost to history.

  The Spirit Drive is a resonance between a spirit creature and its chosen human. When achieved, the user gains the creature’s abilities, shaped and channeled through their own creativity.

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  1000 Years Later

  the war transformed everything.

  The Abberants no longer resembled the mindless beasts that first crawled through the dimensional crack.

  Over centuries, they evolved, becoming more cunning, more intelligent, and far more powerful. Some learned to coordinate attacks. Others developed armor-like skin or abilities that rivaled even high-ranked Spirit Creatures.

  But humanity evolved as well.

  Spirit Technology advanced. Space travel became effortless. Humans established outposts on distant planets, hunting Abberants across the stars and slowly pushing them toward extinction. The war was no longer fought only on Earth, it spanned galaxies.

  Yet the threat never disappeared, it only grew. The war against the abberant still continues.

  Sixteen-year-old Kael Santos, an orphan, attended Aurora Academy, a school where humanity is trained to fight Abberants and learned the long history of Spirit Cards.

  Kael possessed a Spirit Card, but, unlike everyone else, his card remained completely blank. No glow. No creature. Nothing.

  Because of this, he was constantly bullied.

  As Kael placed his belongings in his locker, a group of familiar teens approached him.

  “Look at this weakling, still no spirit creature,” one sneered as they laughed.

  “How did you even get into Aurora Academy without one?” another mocked. “Probably did something shady with the teachers.”

  Kael clenched his jaw. He slammed his locker shut and walked away, frustration boiling in his chest. But before he could take another step, one of the teens activated his Spirit Drive. Energy flared around him, then a bright orb of spirit energy shot toward Kael.

  It hit him square in the back.

  Kael crashed several meters away, gasping for breath.

  A professor rushed over. “Enough! Spirit Drive use on campus without authorization is forbidden!”

  The teens scoffed, still laughing, but their smiles faded when the professor added:

  “You’re all receiving one month of detention. Effective immediately.”

  The boy who attacked Kael canceled his Spirit Drive, muttering curses as he and his friends walked away, glaring at Kael with pure hatred.

  The professor helped Kael sit up. “Are you alright?”

  “I’m okay,” Kael replied quietly. “I just… hope they don’t treat others the way they treat me.”

  The professor paused, surprised by his words. He said nothing, but his eyes softened with respect.

  “Do you want to visit the clinic?”

  Kael shook his head. “No, sir. I’ll go back to my dorm.”

  And so, he left.

  Back in his dorm, he tossed his bag onto the bed and sank into the chair at his desk. He picked up his blank Spirit Card, staring at it with aching disappointment.

  “Why can’t I be like everyone else? Why does bad luck always follow me?” he whispered, tears welling.

  “Isn’t it enough that my parents died fighting the Abberants?”

  He dropped the card and gazed at a photo on his desk, him and his parents when he was little.

  “If only you were still here…” he murmured as tears dripped down.

  His fingers brushed against a strange book beside the photo, its design far from ordinary. Black with deep purple accents, sharp metal edges, and a black crystal embedded at the center. It was the only thing his parents left him.

  “If only I could open this… I might finally understand what you wanted me to know.”

  Wiping his tears, Kael tried once more to pry the book open. He applied force, but his hand slipped. The metal edges sliced his skin. Blood dripped onto the crystal.

  The crystal flared

  Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.

  Then back to black.

  The room dimmed. The book lifted from the desk, levitating as if alive. Kael stumbled backward, fear rising in his throat.

  The book snapped open by itself

  its pages flipping rapidly until stopping at the very center.