GhostofArcadia

In the vast galaxy of Vowzard, two planets wage a war that has raged for 170,000 years.

On one side—The Holy Empire, ruled by the Goddess of Light, a sovereign of unmatched magical prowess. Her people, the Mages, shape the cosmos with spells and incantations. Their bodies brim with elemental energy, their cities levitate on floating islands, and their armies—the Paladins—are masterful warriors trained in both martial and magical disciplines. Theirs is a world where magic is life, faith, and power.

On the other—The Imperial Empire, a cold steel titan that sees magic not as wonder—but as corruption. A disease. Here, magic is outlawed. Eradicated. Any who wield it are executed without trial. The Empire thrives on technology and Psychic Energy, an invisible force drawn from within the human spirit and mind. Its people live in cities powered by thought, protected by machines, and governed by a supreme ruler known only as The Emperor.

To fight magic, the Emperor forged the ultimate weapon: the Inquisitors.

They are not born—they are made.

Humans stripped of their flesh and fear. Rebuilt with nanotechnology, enhanced with psychic cores, and baptized in agony. Inquisitors blur the line between man and machine. They do not hesitate. They do not retreat. They feel no mercy. They carry a singular truth: we live and die for the emperor.

This is the path Ken Reign has chosen.

A boy born on a forgotten colony at the edge of the Imperial Empire. A boy who once knew peace, laughter, the warmth of a mother’s hand, the pride in a father’s gaze—until the Paladin came. Cloaked in gold and blood. A symbol of divine wrath. With a single spell, he burned the colony to ash.

Ken survived.

But something inside him didn’t.

Now, at age seventeen, he stands at the gates of the Iron Citadel, where recruits become monsters. Where boys die screaming and are reborn as nightmares.

He has no love for the Emperor. No faith in duty.

Only a single, unquenchable desire:

Revenge.

He does not seek glory. He does not seek salvation.
He seeks the crest.
The symbol burned into his memory—the one worn by the Paladin who murdered his family.

And if the price of vengeance is humanity?

Then let his soul burn.

Let his heart become steel.

Let him become the thing even mages fear.

Let him become… an Inquisitor.

VOWZARD: INQUISITOR  VENGEANCE

This is Ken explaining the power system. It meant to be simple nothing crazy but please enjoy the story.

Before we dive into this nightmare of a life, let me give you the basics. Two planets rule the Vowzard Galaxy — and they hate each other more than death itself.

And you wanna know why? It all boils down to one thing: power.

The Imperial Empire runs on Psychic Energy.

And no — I'm not talking about some cheesy mind-reading parlor trick.

Psychic Energy is born from the mind, the raw willpower of a human. It takes years to awaken naturally — some people are born with the spark, most never feel it. But the Empire doesn't wait around. If you make it through recruitment and still haven't awakened? The Inquisition will force it into your skull.

They call it Psychic Energy Infusion — it's as brutal as it sounds. They strap you down, rip your mind open, and pump pure psychic energy into it until something inside you cracks.

It's painful. It's dangerous. But it works.

Once it's in you, Psychic Energy becomes your fuel. It powers your strength, speed, endurance, perception, and gives you a nice little resistance to magic too — useful when you're carving through spell-flingers. It also powers our weapons — blasters, guns, armor tech, all of it.

We awaken something even more dangerous. Psychic Abilities — the real monsters of the Empire.

Only 10% of Inquisitors ever unlock one. Those who do? They climb ranks fast. Imagine freezing time, controlling gravity, bending minds — yeah, that kind of power.

They're the opposite side of the hell-coin.

They worship Mana — magical energy that flows through everything like some kind of divine bloodstream. With it, they cast spells, enchant their bodies, summon storms, heal, destroy, twist the laws of reality. It's flashy. It's ancient. It's terrifying in the wrong hands.

And just like us, they've got freaks among them.

But instead of Psychic Abilities, they've got Unique Skills — ultra-rare, personalized powers that can reshape battlefields.

Unique Skills are so rare, they're practically legends. If a mage awakens one, they're treated like royalty. Instant fear.

But don't let the pretty name fool you.

They're monsters dressed in light.

Different powers. Same blood. Same war.

[KEN SPEAKING - DIRECT TO READERs]