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>The Shattered Spire loomed ahead, its jagged silhouette piercing the fractured sky like a broken blade. The air grew colder with every step, the hum of the Abyssal Rift now a constant drone that clawed at Liam's mind, blending with the Echo's whispers. The ground beneath their boots turned to blackened stone, cracked and uneven, as if the earth itself had been scorched by the Void Incursion. Ruins of ancient structures—twisted metal and stone—jutted from the ground, their shapes warped by the rift's influence, a testament to the world that had been lost to the Apocalypse Waves.</p>

Whispers of the Damned