A full year had passed since Levi Steelman vanished from Earth.

Now eighteen, he stood proudly in polished crimson armor, the emblem of Mars glowing on his chest. His once-wild hair had grown even longer, now combed back neatly—sharp, striking, unmistakable. The beard he had grown in captivity was gone, but the intensity in his eyes remained.

To the Martian people, Levi had become more than a soldier.

He was their symbol.
Their hope.
Their Prime Supernatural.

Children followed him through the markets. Adults bowed respectfully when he passed. Even the royal guard admired him openly.

And Levi responded with kindness every time.

Sabrin Law walked at his side as she always did, her pink hair tied back, green eyes watching him with an unreadable emotion. The two had become inseparable—partners in strategy, in research, in every mission the Queen assigned.

Sabrin laughed softly as Levi recounted a story about training a group of rookie soldiers.

“You’re too soft on them,” she teased.

“They’re trying their best,” Levi replied with a smile. “They just need time.”

And Sabrin looked away, trying—and failing—to hide the growing warmth in her face.

In a single year, her loyalty to Levi had become something deeper and more dangerous.
Something she didn’t dare name.
Because she was still lying to him.

She knew the truth about his past.
She knew what really happened the day he first arrived.
She knew what memories had been erased—what was taken.

And every day the guilt grew heavier.

The Queen’s private garden shimmered under the artificial Martian sky. Jane Li walked beside Levi, her short blonde hair glowing under the blue-tinged lamps that mimicked Earth’s sunlight.

The entire kingdom had witnessed it happen slowly over the year—Levi and the Queen growing close, then closer still, until finally they became a couple in full public view. There was nothing scandalous about it; both were adults, and the Martian people adored Levi so much that they celebrated the news.

Jane smiled at him now as they walked the garden paths lined with glowing flowers.

“You’ve changed Mars,” she said quietly. “Our people trust you. They believe in you.”

Levi felt a strange warmth at her words—comforting and grounding.

“I just did what felt right,” he said.

Jane laughed softly. “You always do.”

She reached for his hand, and Levi allowed it. Their relationship was gentle, supportive, political in moments but honest in others. Jane valued him—truly—and Levi, who remembered nothing of his past life, had grown to care deeply for her in return.

Far behind them, hidden by the archways, Sabrin watched with a tightness in her chest she couldn’t explain.

Meanwhile, far across space, Earth had not healed.

Cameron stood alone in a dusty cabin filled with papers, maps, red strings, and old recordings. He had grown a full beard, his face older and harder than it should have been for his age. He barely slept anymore.

Where others gave up hope, Cameron refused.

Every day, he studied supernaturals, Mars, energy cores, portals—anything that could lead him to Levi. The walls were covered with notes and sketches, theories and charts. A map of Mars hung above his desk with dozens of pins and hand-written predictions.

He whispered to himself as he worked:

“I will find the truth. No matter how long it takes.”

The others had tried to help him, but eventually they realized Cameron wouldn’t stop—not until he figured out what happened to Levi.

And deep down, he feared something terrible:
that Levi might not even remember him anymore.