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

Liam wiped blood from his nose, the shard's faint pulse a dull ache in his hand. Commander Rykov loomed over him, his visor reflecting the dim violet glow of the battlefield.

"That shard's a beacon," Rykov said, voice cold. "They'll be back—faster. Stronger."

Mara groaned, smirking weakly as she rubbed her bruised ribs and pushed herself up from the cracked earth. Elise stood beside her, jagged metal weapon discarded, eyes scanning the horizon.

The warlord Voidborn's corpse lay in a shattered heap, its violet runes extinguished. The rift was gone—its collapse leaving a scar of scorched earth—but the air still hummed with charged silence. In the distance, Voidborn eyes glimmered brighter—gathering like a storm on the horizon.

The Whispering Hive