JustABoy

Fifty years ago, the gods issued a warning—the Underworld will be unbound in two centuries, unleashing an apocalyptic catastrophe upon both Earth and Elysium. To prepare, humanity was granted access to Elysium, a realm of magic, monsters, and ancient power. Through the Soulweave System, humans could grow stronger, their abilities transferring between worlds. But death in Elysium was absolute, and the struggle for survival was merciless.

Now, with only 150 years remaining, Earth has fractured into a dystopia ruled by factions that control access to Elysium’s resources. The Nightspires lead brutal expeditions, the Dawnbuilders refine Aether to sustain Earth, and the Bridgers maintain a delicate balance between the two realms. Meanwhile, the rogue faction known as The Unbound seeks to force the apocalypse forward, wielding forbidden magic to accelerate the collapse of reality itself.

Elias Varian, a chemist and alchemist, has spent his life studying Aether, bridging the logic of science with the chaos of magic. But when an experiment with Void energy mutates him, he loses the ability to return to Earth through sleep—physically stranded in Elysium with a body unraveling under an unknown affliction. Hunted by those who fear what he is becoming, Elias must navigate a world that no longer sees him as human.

As the countdown to the Unbinding continues, forgotten truths resurface, ancient forces stir, and the gods remain silent. But something else is watching—waiting.

When the Underworld breaks free, will humanity rise… or shatter?

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Dual Eternity: Fractured Dawn

Elias woke with a jolt, his vision coming into focus against a backdrop of swirling violet clouds. The last remnants of sleep—or what passed for it—left him disoriented. He pushed himself up, grimacing as his body protested every movement. His limbs felt heavy, his skin oddly warm, as if he were smoldering from the inside out.

He looked around. Gone was the familiar clutter of his lab or the comforting hum of his shop. Instead, he found himself lying on cracked, ashen earth, with jagged obsidian spires rising in the distance. The air was thick with a metallic tang, and an eerie silence loomed over the wasteland.

"Where the fuck am I?" he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Before he could gather his scattered thoughts, a low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows. A beast—massive, with sinewy limbs and eyes that glowed a menacing red—lunged at him from behind a clump of charred debris. Instinct kicked in. Elias dove to the side, barely dodging a swipe of those razor-sharp claws.

His heart pounded as he scrambled to his feet, adrenaline surging. In that split second, something deep within him stirred—the dark Void energy he'd unwittingly absorbed was calling out. Without thinking, he raised his trembling hand. Shadows seemed to coalesce around his fingers, twisting into tendrils of energy that lashed out toward the creature.

The beast shrieked, its momentum faltering as the void tendrils wrapped around it. Elias felt a jolt run through his veins as the unstable energy took hold, and in a burst of searing pain, the creature disintegrated into nothing more than ash and echoes.

Panting and disoriented, Elias leaned against a jagged rock. His eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of his new abilities. The Void that was slowly consuming him wasn't just a curse—it was also giving him something unexpected, a raw, primal power he hadn't experienced before. But it came at a cost. Every time he tapped into it, the edges of his humanity blurred, his senses flickering like a dying light.

He tried to steady his breathing, his mind racing with questions. This place… it's like nothing I've seen before. And that fight… I didn't even know I could do that. His fingers twitched, still pulsing with residual dark energy, and he felt a strange, almost addictive pull—a promise of power and pain intertwined.

Elias began to walk, each step uncertain on the brittle, blackened ground. The harsh landscape stretched out endlessly—a desolate wasteland that seemed to echo with the unspoken threat of the Underworld. In the distance, the silhouettes of shattered monoliths and ruined structures hinted at a forgotten past, a world once vibrant now lost to chaos.

As he moved cautiously, his mind churned with a singular thought: I'm not where I'm supposed to be. This isn't the Elysium I knew… and if I don't figure this out soon, I'm done for.

He paused at the edge of a crumbling ridge, peering over into the distance where a flicker of movement caught his eye. In that moment of vulnerability, a low growl echoed again—reminding him that danger was never far away.

Gripping his arm, Elias whispered, "Alright, Void. Help me out here."

The dark energy pulsed in response, as if acknowledging his plea. Yet even as it lent him a measure of stealth and power, the cost was already beginning to weigh on him. He could feel it—a slow, relentless erosion of the part of him that was still human.

His mind reeled, uncertain whether to be grateful or terrified. For now, survival was the only option. Clenching his jaw, Elias set off deeper into the unknown, every step carrying him further into the harsh realm of the Ashen Wastes—and closer to a destiny he wasn't sure he wanted

Chapter 8 – The Ashen Wastes