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A deafening howl tore through the battlefield.

The Octopus monster rose from the rubble, its soulless black eyes filled with madness. Olivia could barely stand. Her team was on the brink of death.

And then… something moved.

The tiny snake sank his fangs into the Bowolf’s cores. A surge of energy exploded. Wings of pure fire unfurled, its golden eyes blazed. A dragon had risen.

But one fatal mistake… He fell.

Something inside Olivia snapped. A roar ripped from her throat as flames consumed her. The sky cracked apart, and then…

[SYSTEM WARNING!]

[The Fire of Chaos has been activated.]

[Continued use will lead to destruction]

But Olivia wasn’t stopping.

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Thirty years ago, the world ended.

 Unknown monsters descended upon the earth, plunging it to ruins. But with the destruction came a blessing or rather a curse. 

The System.

Now, humans wield superpowers, battling the creatures that threaten their existence.

The last survivors formed factions, fighting to stay alive. But survival is a cruel game of fate. Every year, the system selects a group of unwilling teenagers  by lottery- to fight, to die.

Olivia never asked for any of this. Betrayed by her family, forced to fight, she was left for dead. Until fate intervened.

Until she met him.

Little White, the small, snake-like creature at her side, is hiding secrets far greater than she imagined. When death closed in, his truth unraveled, along with something even darker inside Olivia—power, overwhelming and untamed.

The Fire of Chaos is burning inside her, and if she doesn’t learn to control it…. She’ll destroy everything.

Survival is just the beginning. The real war is yet to come.

Apocalyse: Marked by Chaos

Deep within the heart of the maze, the air thickened. Silence stretched… until it was broken by the sound of crunching leaves under a heavy, unnatural weight.

Satyr stalked forward, its massive frame gliding between trees like a shadow. Its emerald eyes glowed with hunger and bloodlust. The target was close.

A figure stood in the clearing, his long coat swaying in the gentle breeze. He didn't run. He didn't flinch.

Satyr growled, its claws digging into the soil, preparing to pounce—until the air shifted.

A violent wind burst between them, crackling with a strange, silvery energy. The figure remained still, his head tilting slightly as the monster lunged forward with a roar that shook the trees. Then…

A flash of black collided with smoke and green light.

The forest trembled. And then… silence.

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