The gates of Atlantis rose like a shimmering fortress beneath the ocean. Towers of glowing coral. Streets illuminated with drifting blue light. The team—Cameron, Vanessa, Mary, and Zeith—walked behind Jezabell as the city parted for them.

Everyone stared. Not in hatred… but in curiosity. They knew who Jezabell was. And they recognized the faces around her.

They were the outsiders searching for answers.

Deep answers.

Answers only one man could give.

The Throne Room

The King of Atlantis—tall, broad-shouldered, with golden hair streaked with silver—waited for them. His presence filled the room like the weight of an ocean.

“You seek the truth,” he said, voice echoing. “The truth of where Levi comes from. The truth of where all of you come from.”

Cameron stepped forward. “Yes, sir. We need to know how all of this began.”

The King nodded, slow and grave.
“Then listen.”

The Beginning of the Supernaturals

“All of us,” the King began, “once lived in another solar system. Another star. Another home.”

The team watched silently.

“But our star was doomed. It was going to go supernova. So we fled—every family, every nation—until we found safety on the red world you know as Mars.”

Mary leaned closer, listening with full focus. Zeith remained still.

“But Mars was hostile. People were dying. Water was scarce. Resources too thin to sustain us.”

The King’s eyes darkened.

“So our scientists did what desperate people always do. They turned to experimentation.”

Vanessa swallowed. “That’s how cores were created?”

“Yes,” the King said. “The first cores came from those experiments. Cores that granted abilities—strength, energy, flight, destruction, healing…”

His gaze steadied.

“And the first person to ever manifest a core was Iris.”

Jezabell whispered the name under her breath. The room fell into a silent reverence.

Iris — The First Core

“Iris,” the King continued, “was unlike anyone before or after her.”

He motioned to a mural on the wall—short blonde hair, green eyes like emerald fire.

“She awakened with every power known to existence. And she could permanently keep any ability she encountered. A walking limit breaker.”

Cameron breathed out. “So she… she’s the origin of the Prime power?”

“In a way,” the King said. “Her core—the Iris Core—was the blueprint for all others. Every core after hers was weaker.”

Mary asked quietly, “So what happened to her?”

“She led a group to Venus.”

The Venus Evolution

“Venus,” the King explained, “was harsh. Deadly. Full of pressure, heat, storms. But Iris and those who followed her survived.”

He raised a hand, describing it in the air.

“And they evolved.”

“The V-Supernaturals,” Zeith murmured.

“Correct,” the King said. “The strongest warriors in the universe—second only to Iris herself.”

“They eventually returned to Mars, changed forever.”

Earth and the Birth of Atlantis

“But not everyone stayed on Mars,” the King continued. “Some M-Supernaturals traveled to Earth. Earth was gentle, so they grew weaker over generations.”

He paused.

“Except one group.”

Cameron stiffened.

“On a distant island,” the King said, “a small community of M-Supernaturals lived isolated from the world. Strong. Adaptable. Their environment changed drastically—tectonic plates shifted, the island sank.”

The team stared in shock.

“And those people adapted again. They evolved. They learned to breathe underwater. They rebuilt underwater. And from that rebirth…”

The King spread his arms.

“…Atlantis was born.”

Vanessa whispered, “So that’s… our heritage.”

“Yes,” the King said. “And the founder of Atlantis was a legendary man. A man with white hair and blue eyes.”

Cameron’s heart skipped.

Mary’s eyes widened.

Zeith clenched his jaw.

The King finished:

“Roberto Jones.
The man who saved Steve Jeyser’s life.”

The room fell silent.

The truth was finally taking shape.

Levi’s identity.

The Prime Core.

The real origin of the world.

And the reason Levi mattered so much more than any of them ever understood