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In a world divided by power and inequality, ancient cults threaten to bring chaos once more. Unbeknownst to most, one young man holds the key to stopping them—his forgotten lineage linked to a past where heroes saved the world. As dark forces close in, he must uncover the truth of his heritage before it’s too late.

End Of Days: Genesis

It started with a drone going dark.

Sector 6, outer perimeter. Routine surveillance. One second it was flying—next second, it just vanished. Not destroyed. Not jammed. Just... gone.

The techs at the Watchtower tried to recover the signal.

And then, one word whispered through the feed:

Mike sat in silence, arms folded as he rewatched the vision from the archive over and over.

His mark pulsed again. Stronger now. He hadn't slept in three days. And yet he felt more awake than ever.

"If I fall, promise me you'll forget."

And now every second that passed felt like a betrayal.

Director Ysara pulled him into her office that night.

"Agent Callahan," she said, "you're being pulled into something ancient and corrosive. And it's not just the Hive."

Mike didn't flinch. "You're going to tell me to back off?"

"I'm going to tell you that if you keep going, you won't come back the same."

"Then I'm finally becoming who I was supposed to be."

Ysara paused. Her eyes flicked to the screen behind her—Jessie's frozen image, taken years ago.

"You still don't know why you forgot her, do you?"

In the neon slums of Lowgate City, a CPOA outpost went dark.

By the time agents responded, the walls were scorched with Hive runes.

Bodies were left in seated positions, eyes wide open, mouths sewn shut.

And at the center of the room stood a figure in bone armor, whispering to the void.

A shadow peeled from the wall, took human shape, and knelt before him.

"He awakens," it said. "Shall we greet him?"

"No. Let him reach us. The Hive does not chase. It calls."

Mike blacked out again that night. But this time, he didn't wake up in his bed.

He woke up standing on a metal catwalk, cold wind cutting through his shirt, alarms blaring around him. A dream—but not one he controlled.

Jessie was below, fighting alongside three others—names he didn't know, but faces that felt familiar.

She looked up at him, mouth moving.

He couldn't hear her. Only one word echoed:

On the wall of his room, carved in something jagged, was that same word:

Lucas pulled him aside the next morning.

"I'm scared too, Lucas. But it's not me I'm afraid of anymore."

"The person I used to be. The person I might become again."

Lucas hesitated. "You think that's what they want? For you to remember?"

"No. I think it's what Jessie wants."

Deep beneath the Cult's central fortress, Jessie stirred.

The ice around her body cracked. Her fingers twitched.

"Synchronization at 61%," a cultist said. "The link to Subject M-117 is holding."

Another voice: "When he breaks the final seal, she will awaken fully. The Hive will sing again."

"And the world will bleed in rhythm."

Chapter 10: When Shadows Move