Orson_Phoenix

In a distant future, Earth is long gone, and humanity’s last survivors have found refuge on the desolate planet of Selora. Genetically engineered and raised to serve, Kael Duskborne arrives in a world where memories are erased, free will is a distant memory, and every movement is dictated by an unyielding, unknown force. His mission: to harvest obsidian from the planet's cursed mines.
But Selora is no ordinary world. The land itself seems to pulse with a strange, sinister energy, and its creatures—ancient, primal, and deadly—lurk in the shadows. As he journeys through this harsh world, Kael begins to question everything he’s been told. Why is he here? What is the truth behind the planet’s dark past?
Silent whispers haunt the air, and warnings of an ancient, omnipotent force—the Silence—demand his attention. With his very life at stake, Kael must choose whether to accept the unspoken order of his existence or fight against the oppressive force that seeks to control him—and the planet itself.
In a world where nothing is as it seems, survival means navigating a web of lies, dark powers, and dangerous allies.

Fragments of a Fallen Star

Kael charged at Hera, Elysia at his side, their movements in perfect sync.

Hera swung her golden staff, another wave of energy rippling outward.

The air shimmered with heat, warping the space around them like a mirage.

Kael felt the hair on his arms singe as he twisted to the side, barely avoiding the blast. Elysia gasped beside him, clutching her arm where the scorching heat had grazed her skin.

But Hera was slowing down. Kael could see it—the growing hesitation in her strikes, the flicker of strain in her eyes.

The staff's power was immense, but each time she wielded it, the energy seemed harder to control.

Kael swung his pickaxe, aiming for her ribs. Hera was fast—faster than any normal human—but this time, she was just a fraction too slow.

She twisted away, the pickaxe missing her by inches, but it was enough.

Wrath of the Fallen (Part 3)