Prologue
The young boy stands before the villainess in an abandoned world. Colors leak from the edges as spacetime begins to tear. Slowly, the boy draws his sword.
“Red isn’t exactly a common hair color.” The woman notes. “Are you who I think you are?”
“I was who you think I am. But I’m not anymore.” The boy says confidently.
“So who are you, Theta-616?” The woman asks.
“My name is Zenith. Zenith Zagami. And you don’t own me anymore.”