RELIC OF THE RINGS

In a world governed by the Twelve Rings—powerful guardians of balance and order—one has turned rogue, casting a shadow over the planet and threatening a devastating return. In preparation for this looming threat, society is divided into ranks: Alpha, Beta, Delta, and at the very bottom—Zeta.



Sage is a Zeta. Discarded. Overlooked. Until a cruel twist forces him into a forgotten lab—where something ancient wakes up.



Now bound to a ruthless AI system with no patience for weakness, Sage is given a singular command: find the Elixir or be erased.



No one believes the Elixir exists.

No one believes Sage will last a week.

The system disagrees.







> “Vitals dropping. Emotional integrity unstable. Physical output: disgraceful.”







“I’m trying—” Sage gasped, coughing on blood.



“Trying is irrelevant. Survival is mandatory.”



The system didn’t yell. It didn’t threaten.

It simply administered pain—blinding, searing pain—until Sage screamed.



“Pain increases adaptation. Adapt or be purged.”



And somewhere in the agony, Sage understood:

This thing wouldn’t make him stronger.

It would break him until he had no choice but to be.