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The Pondering Knight

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"It was the 20th of September. I was on this little hill with my friend, stargazing. I don't remember why we were there, but it was probably me who brought us there. Ari... oh, he used to love a ruckus. So, being in a serene, quiet area... that's me written all over it. Anyway, I clearly remember looking at the moon and complimenting what a beautiful crescent it was. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something crazy—like, batshit insane. This purple... supernova, whatever, came and just crashed into a star... And after that, the sky was purple. And it was gorgeous... But what followed next crushed me. I felt pain, hopelessness, despair, anger, everything... and I really mean, every bloody emotion... just crash into me from every damned angle. Why, you ask? Well, this purple crash brought this purple gas to Earth. Eh, it's called Magike. And like a dirty parasite... it just corrupted us, man. People turned into monsters and pets into these ugly, horrendous beasts. These massive cities that used to bustle with people, everything... turned into ruins. And those that survived were mentally scarred. And, with the monsters roaming around, physically as well. I lost many friends. And let me tell you this: I hope God, or whatever is out there, protects you from ever facing such a loss... I don't want to talk about these losses now. Anyway, I was saved. Well, I was chosen, rather. By survivors and—cue the drumrolls—by a 'god-like' figure. He hates calling himself a god. You have heard about him. It's the greatest Titan... Oh, come on, not Chronos. It's Atlas, dude. Yep, he chose me. And I now navigate this world with his help, and fight on with new people beside me. Yeah, hopefully I don't die soon. And, hopefully, I get to debrief once more... Also, before I go, shoutout to Nala. Good madame. Classy as always. Eugh, I gave myself the ick, hahaha. Now bye for real." -Zaire Zontes, a Teal City survivor.
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MYTH ZERO

Before the first god drew breath, before the first myth was told — there was only the Void. And the Void was afraid. Kael Voss is nobody. A man without legend, without lineage, without purpose — until the day a rift tears open in the middle of his city and something ancient steps through, hunting for a power he doesn't know he carries. Buried within his soul is the First Spark — the primordial energy that existed before creation itself, the very force that caused the Void to fracture into ten divine civilizations, each one a different answer to the same primal fear: What are we? And why do we exist? Now those civilizations are dying. One by one, the Ten Strata of Existence are collapsing, and the gods of Egypt, Greece, Mesopotamia, the Norse realms, the Hindu cosmos, the Chinese heavens, ancient Persia, the Mesoamerican skies, and the Canaanite depths are either falling into madness — or being consumed entirely. Something nameless is moving through the foundations of reality, something that was never born and never created, something that simply refused to end. Kael is pulled across the strata, forging impossible alliances with gods who despise each other, absorbing the essence of mythologies that should never coexist, and slowly becoming something that has no name in any sacred text. He is not a hero chosen by fate. He is not a demigod blessed by lineage. He is the only being in existence who carries the one thing every god, every monster, and every dying civilization needs — and the one thing that the nameless force must destroy before all of reality can be unmade. But the deeper Kael travels, the more a terrifying question takes shape: the nameless enemy at the heart of the Void is not evil. It is not malicious. It is afraid — the same fear that built every myth, every pantheon, every god in the first place. And if Kael destroys it, he destroys the reason every civilization ever reached for the divine. If he saves it, he becomes something far more dangerous than any god that ever lived. MYTH ZERO is an epic cross-mythological fantasy spanning ten divine realms, a thousand years of forgotten cosmic history, and one man standing at the exact point where every story humanity has ever told begins — and ends.
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