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When Mikel opened his new eye, the dead opened their doors. 

Mikel was just an ordinary, troubled teen until an accident stole his sight.

When an experimental surgery gives him a strange new eye, he begins to see more than just the world of the living... and the dead.

Haunting visions, ghostly figures, cursed relics, and a mysterious blue interface named Doom — speaking in glowing symbols and shifting data — start to rewrite everything he thought he knew about reality.

And as the truth comes into focus, Mikel realized he might be a part of something bigger and far more dangerous than he could’ve imagined. 

Standing between these worlds, survival isn’t guaranteed. Sanity, even less so. 

[Welcome to Shaman Protocol. 

Terms and Conditions (and sanity) not guaranteed.]

[To continue, One Soul is Required.]

SHAMAN PROTOCOL

The Ruminant King froze before its entire body trembled. The bell around its neck jingled as its entire frame locked in place, frozen from the blow to the ground.

Meanwhile, Mikel's mouth dropped while Ran's wide eyes didn't blink. Their grandpa stood in silence, brows deeply furrowed. All three stood in stunned silence after watching the twins actually land blows on the Ruminant King.

"Boom… Blitz…" Ran muttered under his breath, staring at the little toddlers.

As for Mikel, his face twisted in disbelief. They had just learned their stripe colors today, but hadn't received their official color clips yet. Hence, he had no idea what kind of shamans were in his team. Not that Mikel cared much about what colors the others had—he was more concerned about his own.

"But these kids…" he trailed off, wondering just what kind of shamans they were.

[Analyzing the spiritual energy in the area…]

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