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

Liam stopped at the gates of a fortified safe zone, its walls a patchwork of scavenged steel and stone, scarred by claw marks and scorch stains. Varik had told them about this place months ago, before the trials—Haven's Edge, a Last Survivors enclave where they could rest if they made it through the Wastes. Two guards stood watch, their armor rough but sturdy, one with a cybernetic eye glowing red. Above, a Dominion drone patrolled, its red light sweeping over the crowd, a quiet threat even here.

"Names and purpose," the guard with the cybernetic eye said, her voice sharp, her spear resting lightly in her hand.

"Liam, Mara, Elise," he replied, his voice firm despite the exhaustion weighing him down. "We're Last Survivors, looking for rest and supplies. We've been through… a lot."

Haven’s Pause