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

They set out. The Wastes' wind howled, sharp as razors, the shard's energy a constant pull in Liam's hand. Beneath their boots, the cracked earth shifted, restless after the Spire's collapse. Faint violet glows pulsed through the fissures—traces of power refusing to fade. Then—a cry, sharp and unnatural, shattered the silence.

Liam stiffened. Something was out there.

The fractured sky cast jagged shadows across the landscape, the pale light flickering as clouds of ash drifted overhead. The shard's whispers grew louder in his mind, a cold insistence: "You are already caught in its current." He tightened his grip, forcing the voice down, but its weight lingered—a reminder of the power he held. And the danger it posed.

He glanced at Mara and Elise. Their faces were set with determination, but the Spire's scars still lingered behind their eyes.

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