No one remembers who carved it. No one remembers why it slept. Only that the earth cracked... And something beneath it breathed. I found the sigil half-buried in scorched stone, still warm to the touch. Lines spiraling inward — endless, ancient — pulsing faintly, like a heartbeat trapped in rock. When I pressed my hand against it, the world shifted. I saw visions of towers made of embers, oceans that burned, skies stitched with molten scars. And a voice, older than memory, whispered: “You hav...

No one remembers who carved it. No one remembers why it slept. Only that the earth cracked... And something beneath it breathed. I found the sigil half-buried in scorched stone, still warm to the touch. Lines spiraling inward — endless, ancient — pulsing faintly, like a heartbeat trapped in rock. When I pressed my hand against it, the world shifted. I saw visions of towers made of embers, oceans that burned, skies stitched with molten scars. And a voice, older than memory, whispered: “You hav...

Lucas hated the silence.It wasn’t the calm, meditative kind. It was the sharp, surgical silence that filled Poper HQ like a knife poised above skin. The kind that judged your breath and made you wish you didn’t need to take one. He stood still in line—shoulders square, chin up—like the others. Poper recruits wore the same jet-black uniforms, stitched with iridescent thread that shimmered faintly when they exhaled. Everyone looked the same on the outside. That was the point. Inside? Lucas’s he...

Lucas hated the silence.It wasn’t the calm, meditative kind. It was the sharp, surgical silence that filled Poper HQ like a knife poised above skin. The kind that judged your breath and made you wish you didn’t need to take one. He stood still in line—shoulders square, chin up—like the others. Poper recruits wore the same jet-black uniforms, stitched with iridescent thread that shimmered faintly when they exhaled. Everyone looked the same on the outside. That was the point. Inside? Lucas’s he...

Bazel did not flinch when Shadow Light appeared.He didn’t twitch. Didn’t reach for the weapon at his hip. Didn’t blink.But inside, he was already logging fifteen ways to kill a ghost that couldn’t be touched. The cameras in the Initiation Chamber fizzed for 3.4 seconds. Every system rebooted itself without warning. Bazel’s console—state-of-the-art Sanctum-grade tech—went dead and came back humming like it had forgotten its own name. **Shadow Light.**A myth with a heartbeat. A mistake they cou...

Bazel did not flinch when Shadow Light appeared.He didn’t twitch. Didn’t reach for the weapon at his hip. Didn’t blink.But inside, he was already logging fifteen ways to kill a ghost that couldn’t be touched. The cameras in the Initiation Chamber fizzed for 3.4 seconds. Every system rebooted itself without warning. Bazel’s console—state-of-the-art Sanctum-grade tech—went dead and came back humming like it had forgotten its own name. **Shadow Light.**A myth with a heartbeat. A mistake they cou...

A city by any other name would still be a city, this was a paradise- tapestries hanging from the stretched buildings, gilded lap lights to catch the night's fyre flies, rose colored fences that housed behind them houses of opulent grandeur. Towers rose past the housing units, if you favored more city life the rual you had your pick of the litter. Back alley ways missing what some would call vagrants, no gooders, candy stealers, not even a mouse to sneak a crumb of the street. I mean how ...

A city by any other name would still be a city, this was a paradise- tapestries hanging from the stretched buildings, gilded lap lights to catch the night's fyre flies, rose colored fences that housed behind them houses of opulent grandeur. Towers rose past the housing units, if you favored more city life the rual you had your pick of the litter. Back alley ways missing what some would call vagrants, no gooders, candy stealers, not even a mouse to sneak a crumb of the street. I mean how ...

He stood at the edge of the Overlook, where the horizon cracked like glass under the weight of a dying sun. The BARG loomed faintly in the distance—nothing more than a black ridge cutting through gold. Yet Cygnus felt it hum through the soles of his boots. Not the wind. Not the air. The pull. “Same time. Same rhythm,” he murmured. “Whatever sings down there… sings in threes.” He clicked his tongue. Three weeks of mystic surges. Same day. Same time. Same godless hour. Whatever was hiding in th...

He stood at the edge of the Overlook, where the horizon cracked like glass under the weight of a dying sun. The BARG loomed faintly in the distance—nothing more than a black ridge cutting through gold. Yet Cygnus felt it hum through the soles of his boots. Not the wind. Not the air. The pull. “Same time. Same rhythm,” he murmured. “Whatever sings down there… sings in threes.” He clicked his tongue. Three weeks of mystic surges. Same day. Same time. Same godless hour. Whatever was hiding in th...