The story begins in City Sven-1, a city marked by chaos, poverty, and violence. It was the kind of place where the streets became dangerous after nightfall; it was advised to avoid going out unless you were prepared to never return. But sometimes, fate forced you to take risks.


    Saico was one of those young men who, out of necessity, chose to face the night. A delivery driver in one of the most dangerous areas of the city, he always trusted that his moped was the fastest in the neighborhood and that nothing could stop him. That night, the reward was tempting: nighttime deliveries paid up to five times more than during the day, an opportunity too good to pass up.


    It wasn’t the first time he had accepted a late delivery, and this time he didn’t just have one: there were five. Fast and easy money, if he could manage to finish them without any problems. Resolute and without a second thought, he accepted the challenge.


    On the other hand, Ziggy was in the city that night, uneasy. He hated the idea of spending time in City Sven-1 and had always considered the area far too dangerous. But the favor for BJ was something he couldn’t turn down. BJ had a date with his girlfriend, Rouse, and he didn’t want to miss it. Ziggy was a good friend, but the warning in his chest didn’t go away: he felt a kind of pressure in the air, something strange, like a signal that tonight would not be calm.


    Suddenly, as he made his way through the dark, damp streets, something caught his attention. In the distance, he saw a figure on a moped speeding through the neighborhood streets.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    —Is he crazy, or does he really need the money? —he muttered to himself as he continued on his way.


    However, not long after, a more unsettling sensation took hold of his body: a tremor. It wasn’t an earthquake; he would have felt it differently. But this tremor was constant, like a distant rhythmic step. Ziggy stopped and looked back.


    It was then that he saw it: a massive black shadow moving toward the young messenger.


    —It can’t be... —he thought, his chest tightening with pressure like he had never felt before.


    Before he could react, a powerful force hurled him forward, as if an invisible hand had pushed him. Ziggy was thrown, even passing Saico’s moped, who couldn’t believe what he had just seen.


    —What the... ? —Saico murmured, turning back with wide eyes.


    Ziggy landed on his feet, unaided, and quickly scanned the horizon. The black shadow was now much clearer: a monstrous figure was advancing, a presence completely out of place for any ordinary night. Ziggy had seen these creatures before: mutant beasts, and now it was clear to him.


    —Find a safe place! —he shouted, ignoring any fear as he expertly prepared his sword.


    Saico, still bewildered, couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Was he dreaming? Or was this some cruel joke? But there was no time to question it further.


    Suddenly, a deep, guttural roar rumbled through the air. It was a massive shadow now completely visible: Pardo, the strongest of the Primordials.


    The two young men froze, Saico fearful and Ziggy completely alert. Saico had heard rumors about creatures like this: enormous mutants that lurked in the shadows of the city, but he always thought they were urban legends. However, now he was staring at one face to face, flesh and bone.


    Ziggy never took his eyes off the monstrous figure as a question tormented him:


    What was a Primordial doing in a city like this?