Weeks passed.
And the world didn't calm down.
It burned quietly.
Across cities, towns, back alleys, and dinner tables—people changed. Powers flared. Not just flickers anymore. Full bursts. Controlled abilities. Reflexes tuned past human limits. Muscle mass spiking overnight. Voices that warped sound. Eyes that read lies.
Sixty percent.
That's what the reports said.
Sixty percent of the global population had shown signs of power sync. Either partial or full.
It was no longer speculation.
It was fact.
Governments panicked. Quietly, at first. Then louder.
But it didn't matter.
You couldn't legislate light out of fire.
They tried.
They passed "containment measures." Made lists. Launched public safety advisories. Asked NovaCorp to shut the servers down.
Adams didn't respond.
Not a word. Not a blink.
And the game?
Still online. Still full. Still syncing.
That's when the tone changed.
It wasn't about Eclipse anymore.
It was about survival.
