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 Wastes stretched out before them, a scarred expanse of cracked earth and twisted metal, the fractured sky above casting a pale, uneven light. The Shattered Spire's ruins lay behind, a pile of rubble still glowing faintly with violet runes, the hum of the Abyssal Rift now a distant murmur. Liam clutched the Chrono Shard in his hand, its jagged surface burning cold, its energy pulsing like a heartbeat. His Echo Bindings glowed erratically, their blue light flickering, his Echo Sync at 77%, the static in his mind a constant buzz. The shard's weight felt heavier than it should, as if it carried the past and future in its fractured core, its whispers—different from the Spire's, softer but more insidious—creeping into his thoughts: *"You are already caught in its current."*</p>

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