In a world where power flares loud and burns cities,
one man doesn’t scream.
He folds.
Sky Wolf walks through broken zones and collapsing factions, carrying a Core that bends space—and behavior. He doesn’t cast. He doesn’t command. But the Spiral follows him.
Fire-possessed warlords, mutated beasts, and faction leaders all flare.
Sky?
He watches. Folds. Collapses them without lifting a hand.
This isn’t a story about saving the world.
It’s about becoming the pressure it can’t carry.