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Ethan Cross was just another overworked software engineer until the day he died and awoke in a world unlike any other. Reborn as Kaelen Varros, a disgraced noble in a realm where mysticism collides with bio-technology, Ethan finds himself hunted, powerless, and alone. But within his mind lies a hidden System adaptive, evolving, and possibly sentient.
 
As Ethan fights to survive, he discovers a world shaped by cosmic beasts and interstellar forces. Power is measured not in gold but in beast cores and the ability to wield ancient and alien might. With each battle, Ethan grows stronger and smarter, rewriting the rules of this world with the knowledge of his own.
Joined by Aelira, a warrior with secrets of her own, Ethan navigates betrayal, shifting alliances, and a rising war that may decide the fate of not just nations but reality itself. For Ethan did not arrive by accident—he was chosen. But why?
In a world where legends are carved from blood and data, Dawn of Tomorrow is a story of rebirth, power, and the relentless drive to rise no matter the cost.

Dawn of Tomorrow

The morning after—if there was a morning in deep orbit—was not peace.

Ethan awoke in the Wraithling's heartchamber beside Aelira, still tangled in the last embers of Soulflame Resonance. But something felt… off. The room was colder. The lights dimmer.

And in the reflection of the obsidian-paneled wall, Ethan saw himself.

Kaelen Varros, eyes full of scorn and sorrow, stared back.

[System Alert: Temporal Displacement Mirror Detected][Note: Hostile Echo Forming—Origin Signature Confirmed][Codename: Thronewrought Kaelen]

The mirror shattered with a soundless scream. Ethan staggered back, and Aelira snapped awake, her fingers already crackling with energy.

He was shaking, breathing hard. The air rippled with a faint psychic bleed. The Wraithling's hull trembled.

"She's trying to wake something," Ethan murmured. "Kaelen... he's not just a memory. He's an Echo—and he wants the throne back."

They race to the bridge. The Wraithling is receiving a beacon—coordinates burned into the astral stream, matching an ancient forbidden site: the Refraction Tomb on the fringe of voidspace.

Aelira, hands on the controls, murmurs: "We need to go there. Finish what he started."

Ethan grips the console, torn. "Or maybe… finally bury him."

Echoes of the Flame