She wakes in a cell orbiting a dying star—naked, nameless, and wrapped in chains that hum with ancient energy.
The only clue to her identity? A shimmering mark burned into her arm…
…and the way space shudders when she moves.
Welcome to The Crucible—a living prison designed to erase anomalies. Inside it are only killers, gods, and broken things. Each trial kills hundreds.
She survives the first without a weapon.
Word spreads quickly:
“The Voidborn has returned.”
“She shouldn't exist.”
“She ended a timeline once.”
They try to control her. Use her. Break her.
But she’s not interested in being a savior—or a monster.
She’s interested in the truth.
Who erased her past?
Why does the void obey her will?
And what happens if she remembers who she used to be?
As factions rise and timelines bleed, her power grows—erratic, cosmic, and horrifying. Every trial she survives makes her more than human… and less.
But something ancient is stirring beneath the prison. Something that remembers her.
And it’s whispering her real name.
✴ This is not your typical heroine.
She is not here to be protected.
She is not here to love or to be loved.
She is here to tear the truth out of the stars, and leave the galaxy trembling in her wake.