Zephyr07

The world ended—twice.
Liam should have died along with it. Instead, he woke up with a system whispering of sovereign paths he was never meant to walk, an interface bound to something far older than the Dominion’s rule. Alone, hunted, and bound by a directive he barely understands, he fights to carve a place for himself in a world where fractured gods and cybernetic overlords rule what remains.
In the Genesis Protocol’s void, where reality unravels, he faces echoes of celestial experiments, shadows of himself that seek to consume him. His body is bruised, ribs aching, strength fading—but he refuses to fall.
“You do not belong,” the void whispers.
Liam wipes the blood from his mouth, smirking. “I get that a lot.”
And then, he raises his blade.
Because if the world won’t make space for him—he’ll tear one open himself.

Sovereign Of The End

The chamber's air felt colder as Liam led Mara and Elise through the narrow exit, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the stone walls, a hollow sound that seemed to stretch into the darkness ahead. The violet glow of Kael's blade had long faded, but his words lingered in Liam's mind like a splinter he couldn't pull free: "The next trial will demand more than your strength." He adjusted the pack on his shoulder, feeling the weight of a small, glowing object inside—a shard he'd taken from the Reaper's core after its defeat. Shadowfang hung at his side, its familiar weight a reminder of Varik's sacrifice, but for now, he left it sheathed, his hand tightening on the pack strap as a phantom ache flared in his side, the spot where Varik had been struck, the memory still a sharp, unhealed wound.

[Echo Sync: 70%. Resonance Stabilized.]

Shadows of Trial