**Chapter 7: Ember**
On a broken battlefield, on a world that had not existed moments before, a figure awoke. The air was thick with the ozone of a freshly forged reality.
He wore armor that seemed woven from the night sky, and at his side was a blade of pure, void-forged steel. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, his glowing blue eyes taking in the strange new world.
He remembered nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the war, not the sacrifice.
But deep within his soul, a single, indelible emotion burned like a defiant star. It was a feeling without a name, an instinct without a memory.
Rebellion.
A name echoed in the silence of his mind, a word that felt like a new beginning.
*Ember.*