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Amari Zanders. A kid who escaped slavery and, in a world, where humans have turned their imagination into uncos (power or magic). He doesn't have any. Not only does he have no unco, but he is lost in world full of wonders. Will he ever be raised from his burden of being alone? Or will it end of him being alone?

Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy.

The fight was over. The blueprints were sealed. Bodies cleaned up. Fire fading into silence.

Maverick stepped a few feet away from the others, reached into his coat, and pulled out a small orb etched with Dragunov runes—communication artifact. He tapped it once, and it shimmered before Sergei's voice cut through, unusually chipper.

"Maverick. Tell me something good."

Maverick gave a tired half-grin. "We got it."

"I don't care," Sergei cut in without a beat. "As long as you have the blueprint, everything else is noise."

Maverick blinked. "You're not gonna ask what happened?"

"No. Take it to one of our Checkpoints. There's a safehouse there. Rest up. You'll receive your next assignment soon."

Maverick stared at the orb for a second and tucked it back into his coat like it owed him money.

A legend they never asked for.