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's entrance swallowed them whole, the glowing runes on its walls pulsing like a heartbeat, casting violet shadows that danced across the blackened stone. The air inside was thick, heavy with the scent of decay and something metallic, as if time itself had rusted. The whispers surged, a deafening roar that clawed at Liam's mind, each voice sharper than the last, promising despair. His Echo Bindings flickered erratically, their blue glow dimming under the Spire's oppressive energy, his Echo Sync still at 74%, the static in his mind a constant buzz.</p>

Shards of the Broken Past