This is a work of fiction. All names, places, and events are fictional and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental."
The stars we once looked to for answers are now battlefields.
After the sky shattered a century ago, the Earth we knew was swallowed by realms beyond comprehension. Reality fractured. Cities rose into the heavens. Oceans bled with spiritual energy. The laws of physics were rewritten by the brushstrokes of ancient cultivation. And from the chaos, five great sects emerged to claim dominion over this new existence.
They called it salvation.
But not all survived the rewrite.
In the silence beyond the orbital towers, deep within the ruins of a forgotten lab, a signal pulsed to life. Faint. Intermittent. Coded with something older than any modern language. A heartbeat of data, whispering from beyond the grave.
It bore the Ardent signature.
Somewhere beneath the neon-drenched sprawl of Neo-Lagos, a boy was running. Not from a predator, but from the weight of truth, from the echo of screams and fire and shattered glass. He carried nothing but a broken datapad, a frightened little girl, and the legacy of two minds who had dared to defy the order of the stars.
They told him his parents died in a system malfunction.
He saw the corpses. He saw the scorch marks.
He saw the sigil on the wall, burned into steel, etched by force no ordinary technique could wield. A sigil of a forgotten protocol, sealed away for fear of what it could do.
And now, it lives in him.
The sky above is watching. The sects are stirring. Drones are hunting.
If they find him, they'll erase him like they did his parents. But if he unlocks what's hidden in his blood, he might become something more than just a survivor.
He might become the storm that reshapes the stars.
And it all begins... with a choice.
Proceed?