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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 rolling cage pulled by the horses moved forward painfully.

Inside, the air stank of sweat and fear. Torches burned outside, their flickering light bleeding through the planks, casting shadowy patterns.

The children were crammed together, backs hunched, wrists bound in chains that bit into their skin. The Mute, curled up in a corner, felt each jolt of the wheels echo through his bones.

In that cramped cell, only ragged breathing, and sometimes a broken gasp, cut through the silence.

But in the middle of that stillness, the Mute heard something else.

Voices. The voices of the men on horseback behind them.

— Haha, the Professor's gonna be pleased…

Those words ringing in the Mute's mind made one thing painfully clear they were cargo.

Lina clenched her jaw and spat a muffled curse.

— We can't just sit here doing nothing, she whispered.

Jem rubbed his thin arms, eyes red with fatigue.

— I'm done… I'm cold, starving… we're gonna die in here.

Rash laid a heavy hand on Jem's shoulder.

— Not yet. The guy who's gonna kill me ain't born yet, eheh.

The Mute watched them. Lina, solid, unyielding. Jem, always complaining, but never giving in. Rash, ready for anything, protector to the core.

A heavy click the lock of a thick door snapping shut behind them.

The convoy sank into darkness. Then, as their eyes adjusted to the dim light, a sudden snap echoed as their chains were jerked.

The Mute felt his fingers turning to stone.

A man passed in front of them, massive silhouette, breathing heavy.

The same thoughts kept looping in his mind.

— Fuck, we gotta get out of here.

The rolling cage jolted along the path, rattling their already broken bodies.

Every minute stretched into eternity.

The Mute tasted blood in his mouth. There was nothing to do, nothing to try.

Fear sat in his gut, heavy like stone.

"You're gonna die, you're gonna die" a voice repeated in his head. Not a stranger's voice.

Around them, chains clinked. Soft moans. Whispers. The men in black outside said nothing.

The cage swallowed the distance in the night, heading toward a place they hadn't seen yet

Chapter 3: The Transport