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

<p>Liam woke to the faint hum of Haven's Edge stirring to life, the sound of scavenged generators buzzing through the thin walls of the bar where they'd spent the night. He sat up, the Echo Bindings on his wrists glowing softly, their blue light a steady pulse against the dim morning haze. His Echo Sync still sat at 72%, the system's warning—"Resonance Stabilized… for now"—lingering in his mind like a bad dream. The memory of the cracked orb from the market, the way it had made the Bindings hum, gnawed at him. There were answers in the Wastes, and he needed them—answers about the Omega Architect, the Apocalypse Waves, and the path he was being forced down.</p>

Whispers of the Spire