The moon's surface.
Gray-white lunar soil stretched into the distance in an unchanging silence, the shadows of craters cutting diagonally across the barren land.
A magnificent palace stood on the lunar surface, built entirely from a stone with a faint golden sheen. Intricate patterns covered its dome, gleaming coldly in the starlight.
Deep within the palace, a violent tremor rose from underground.
The runes on the walls flickered faintly. Dust showered down from the dome, and even the palace's stone pillars gave a low hum as they shook.
An old man abruptly opened his eyes.
A sharp glint flashed through his cloudy yet profound gaze.
He straightened in his stone seat, his withered fingers tightening around the armrests. His voice was hoarse and urgent. "The Tenseigan?"
Without a moment's hesitation, he rose and hurried toward the Tenseigan Palace.
Moments later, several old men stood around an enormous sphere inside the Tenseigan Palace. It measured dozens of meters across and radiated a pale blue glow. Patterns like a starry sky flowed across its surface, while countless stars seemed to turn slowly within it.
At that moment, the sphere's light was fluctuating violently, churning without pause like water struck by a huge stone.
One of the old men raised his hand and pointed at the restless Tenseigan, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Why is the Tenseigan raging like this? What's gone wrong?"
A young boy came running through a side entrance to the palace.
His eye sockets were empty beneath his closed eyelids, yet his steps precisely avoided every obstacle.
He looked about six or seven, and his voice still carried a childish innocence. "Father, what's wrong?"
The old man who had just spoken turned toward him. His expression darkened, and his tone grew stern. "Toneri, why are you here? Don't go running