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For millennia, fragments from another dimension have fallen upon E’na. These shards hold unimaginable power, capable of shaping gods, shattering empires, and awakening ancient nightmares.

Among them, one primordial fragment gave birth to Ego, a living storm ready to destroy everything in its path. Captured and altered in a laboratory, he now fights to break his chains and make the world tremble.

The Cadrans and their clans tear each other apart, the Primordials watch from the shadows, and the war for control over E’na has only just begun.

In this chaos, who will survive? Who will rise? And most of all, who will take the place of the Originel, the One True Being at the summit of this universe?

EGO - Power of Resonance

The abandoned shack offered them a rare refuge. The children had huddled in a corner, curled up against one another, fatigue carving their starved faces. The Mute was there, always alert despite the exhaustion. Around them, the silence of the Pit almost seemed like a whisper.

Lina rubbed her frozen hands, trying to warm her trembling fingers.

— We can't stay here too long, she murmured in a low voice.

— Gotta find food tomorrow, or we're all dead.

— And places to move to, added Rash, his gaze hard.

The Mute stared at the door, his instinct whispering to stay on guard. But exhaustion won in the end, and with a single sigh, they all slipped into deep sleep.

Then a loud noise jolted them awake.

First, dull thuds, metallic clanks, deep, hurried voices.

Then footsteps hammering the ground, heavy, determined.

The Mute opened his eyes. There was light. A flickering, orange light filtered through the poorly nailed boards torchlight.

— Shhh… murmured Lina, sitting up abruptly.

— They're here, breathed Jem, his body stiffened.

— The Steel Wolves? asked Rash, a tremble in his voice.

The Mute didn't answer. He stood slowly, fists clenched, ready to defend what they had.

A crack then with a violent crash, the door burst apart.

Men in armor stained black stormed in, armed and masked. No talk. No chance of negotiation.

— Grab them! barked a sharp, commanding voice.

The children screamed, scattering through the room, trying to escape.

They ran, searching for a way out in the old shack, a crack, a weak spot.

Jem tripped, Rash pulled him back up.

— We have to run, shouted Lina, or we're screwed!

Then she smashed through some rotten boards at the back of the shack to make an exit.

The Mute followed Lina, breath short, heart pounding wildly.

They ran breathlessly through narrow, dark alleys, their steps echoing off the ground. Out of breath, their hearts pounded in their chests. Lina clutched the Mute's arm, carving an uncertain path.

— This way, hurry! she panted, casting nervous glances behind them.

Jem limped, his knees trembling under the effort.

— I can't… he gasped between breaths.

Rash slowed down, supporting him with a steady shoulder.

Shouts erupted behind them, orders yelled, curses thrown.

— They spotted us! shouted Lina, her voice sharp.

The Mute gripped his piece of rusty metal, his eyes scanning every shadow, every corner.

They turned a corner, but the masked men were already blocking the path. The light of dozens of burning torches blinded them.

— There! yelled one of the men, blocking the children's escape.

The children froze, their breath held.

Lina let out a cry of rage and charged at one of the men. The impact was brutal, but within seconds, they were surrounded.

— Grab them all! barked one of the men.

Hands closed in on their arms, fists landed, pain erupted like wildfire.

The Mute fought back, but it was too late.

Chains snapped shut, and they were dragged without mercy to a rolling cage.

Forged from blackened wood and iron, it groaned with every jolt, pulled by two massive, blindfolded horses. The bars, bent in places, looked like they had held worse than children before.

They were thrown inside like empty sacks.

The Pit became a muffled scream, trapped behind those oppressive bars...

Chapter 2: The Raid