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Superheroes were supposed to be immortalized. Legends. Symbols of hope.

But one by one, they vanished. Erased from history, from memory—like they never existed at all.

Riven Steele, once the world’s strongest protector, awakens from a decades-long stasis to find reality itself rejecting heroes. No statues, no stories—only fragmented echoes of a world that refuses to remember them. A new generation of unstable, dying heroes rises in their place, their powers unraveling, their existence hanging by a thread.

At the heart of it all is a whispered name: The Hollow Monarch. A being that doesn’t kill. Doesn’t destroy. It simply erases.

As Riven fights to uncover the truth, he begins to unravel, his own reflection warping, his memories twisting. The Monarch’s influence isn’t just erasing heroes—it’s rewriting them. And when it finally speaks to him, it says the one thing that chills him to his core:

"You were never real."

Now, Riven must lead the last surviving heroes in a battle not just for survival—but to prove they should exist at all. Because if they fail, history itself will erase them forever.

And this time, there will be no one left to remember.

THE LAST SENTINEL

The signs were small at first. Buildings shifting when Riven blinked. The sky flickering between shades of gray. Voices whispering from places they shouldn't be.

Vex led the way, his wrist console casting a dim glow as they navigated the empty streets.

Riven kept his eyes forward, but he could feel it—the weight of something watching.

At first, they were normal—missing persons, old advertisements. But as they walked, they changed.

The faces blurred. Then they stretched. Then they vanished completely.

As if whatever had been on them had been erased from existence.

Riven clenched his fists. His heart pounded in his chest. How long before he ended up on one of those blank spaces?

They passed by a shattered storefront window.

Riven's reflection stared back at him—expressionless, motionless.

Riven's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't moved.

But it wasn't mirroring him. It was reaching for the glass.

His reflection kept moving forward.

Riven blinked. The reflection was gone. Just broken shards at his feet.

Riven's mouth was dry. "Did you see that?"

Riven's stomach twisted. Vex hadn't seen it.

They reached an alleyway. The air was heavy, thick with something Riven couldn't name.

Then—a shape stepped out of the shadows.

And Riven felt his blood run cold.

The same face. The same stance. The same haunted eyes.

Its mouth curved into a slow, hollow smile.

Riven's pulse thundered in his ears.

The alley felt smaller. The air thicker.

His own voice whispered from the darkness.

Chapter 8: The Hollow Reflection