HAYAH !

**Chapter 1: The Shaking Earth**

The ground beneath "Zavian "feet split apart with a deafening roar. The walls of his house trembled violently, sending wooden beams and shattered glass flying through the air. He barely had time to duck before a massive cupboard crashed down right where he had been standing just moments ago.

"Noor!" he screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the terrifying rumble of destruction.

The air was thick with dust, making it hard to breathe. Distant screams echoed through the chaos, blending with the sounds of collapsing structures. Zavian clung tightly to the doorframe as another violent tremor sent shockwaves through the house, making the ceiling groan under the weight of its impending collapse.

His aunt, who had been in the kitchen just moments ago, stumbled into the hallway, her face pale with terror. "Zavian! Get down!" she shouted, but her warning came too late.

The roof gave way, and the world around him disappeared into falling rubble and darkness.

For a moment, there was silence.

Zavian coughed, pushing a heavy wooden beam off his body. His arms ached, and his vision was blurred by dust, but he was alive. "Noor…?" he called again, his voice weak.

Then, something strange stirred within him. A pulse, deep in his bones, as if something was shifting inside. His right arm tingled, and before he could comprehend what was happening, **a dark mist-like force** seeped from his fingertips, wrapping around the debris. The wood splintered and crumbled into dust, responding to his desperation.

His heart pounded. What was this?

There was no time to think. He crawled out from under the wreckage, his head spinning. The remains of his home lay in ruins, and among the rubble, his eyes fell upon **his aunt, crushed beneath fallen roof**.

His breath hitched. "No… no, no!" He scrambled toward her, but she didn't move. He reached out, shaking her shoulder, hoping, praying—

Nothing.

A deep, consuming emptiness spread through him. **He was alone now. Truly alone.**

The earthquake had taken everything from him.

Tears stung his eyes, but before he could break down, another realization struck him. **His Shift.** That strange, mysterious power that had come from him. It wasn't just his imagination. It had done something, reacted to his emotions.

The ground shook once more, a final aftershock that made his knees buckle.

And when he saw his hand his ring finger with the ring that his father gave him was apart from his hand. His late aunt told him that.

Son! Don't you ever put off this ring from your hand.

Now he is getting why his father and aunt refused him to not unwear this ring.

The reason is that after this ring detouched from his body turned him into a "ULM" (is the one who who have supernatural abilities in this world)

And once his aunt told him that your mother was murdered by a person who was an "ULM".

That's why his father gave him that ring

Because he don't want him to be an "ULM." But Zavian didn't exactly know what's an ULM actually mean.

After his aunt's ritual he didn't have any house.

Now he is going straight through the road don't know where .

Because he don't have any place to stay now. He is alone crying more after thinking that

Every memory of his father and aunt was recaping in his mind. a sudden sound came from his stomach he was hungry now.