The hallway narrowed. No windows. Red lights bled across steel floors. I moved slow, rifle ready. The server core ahead hummed like a heartbeat. Guards froze, oblivious. One by one, I dismantled them—precision, silence, brutality. Jayla’s voice cut through static: “Jakari, you’re in the blind zone.” I plugged in her drive. Data flooded my HUD—contracts, shipments, assassinations. Alarms flared. I yanked the drive free, heart steady. “Got what we came for,” I said. Jayla’s voice whispered, “I’ve got you. No matter what.”

The nightmare followed me awake—no images, only darkness and red eyes watching. A roar shook my bones. Asia slept beside me, exhausted, unaware. I kissed her forehead and left before the fear could speak. Miles burned under my feet. Steel screamed in my hands. Discipline kept the abyss behind me. Later, the drone showed Little Rock alive and ignorant. Then the building appeared—too clean, too guarded. A woman sat calmly inside. “That’s her,” I said. On the rooftop, the city moved below. Then Jayla’s voice cut sharp: “Jakari—get down. Now.”

Rain sliced across the windshield. Jayla drove, precise and silent, while shadows clung to the road like predators. Lina hunched over her sketchpad, pencil moving faster than her pulse. Evelyn Crowe’s house rose from the earth, dark and breathing, and inside, the air shifted. “He’s coming,” Evelyn said, eyes locking on Jakari. My chest tightened. I glanced at the group: Asia poised, Jayla calculating, Lina trembling yet defiant. Whatever came for us, it would face all of us. Together.

The men laughed on the flight deck—until the wind died. Azrathion raised his hand, and their shadows peeled away from their bodies like living things. Blood ran from their eyes as armor grew from bone and darkness swallowed their screams. They knelt not by choice, but by command. Dakota watched, frozen, cigar trembling between his fingers. This was no ally. This was what the world sent when death itself had failed—and it had come for Jakari.

Caroline adopts a quiet, unnervingly obedient dog named Bishop, believing she is offering him a second chance. Soon, her home fills with whispered sounds, moving lights, and the sense of being watched. Bishop’s loyalty turns possessive, his presence impossibly heavy, his silence hiding something inhuman. When Caroline finally flees, she vanishes without a trace. At the shelter, a new dog appears—calm, well-behaved, and waiting. This time, her name is Caroline.

The leader whimpered, bleeding, as Kelo slammed him to his knees. Jakari crouched, black eyes fixed, and the man flinched under his touch. “Who sent you?” Jakari asked, calm, precise. “Star… a woman,” he stammered. Asia yelled, “Kill him!” Kelo shook his head, but I held up my hand. “No,” I said. “We send a message. He goes back to her.” Jakari brushed the glowing mark on his face. “The second one,” he said. And for the first time, I realized—we weren’t just surviving. We were ready to fight.

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Fire tore through the council hall as the floor split open. Souls screamed as Azrathion climbed from the breach, flames crowning his horns. Soldiers fell to their knees, bleeding, laughing, breaking. Chains meant to bind gods wrapped around him—and failed. “I was your executioner,” he roared, fire shaking stone. “Your sin made flesh.” Star did not flinch. “He can bring Jakari alive,” she said. “And if he betrays you—I’ll kill him myself.”

The airport was a graveyard frozen between fire and ash. Smoke twisted into the sky, planes lay melted on the tarmac, bodies scorched and lifeless. No sirens, no help—just silence. I felt them—faint whispers of trapped souls—but I shoved the voices away, hiding my gift. Jakari’s eyes never left me as I sketched shadows and chained figures, symbols I barely understood. “Who are these?” he asked. I swallowed. “I don’t know… I just see them.” Something was coming. Something close. And we weren’t ready.

Smoke and ash curled around Star as she walked the burning town. Her soldiers fell silent behind her. The broken soldier Jakari had thrown to the ground before her. “We failed, my Lady… Posida is gone,” he stammered. Star’s boot struck him, hard. “Take him to the town hall,” she said. Inside, seven towering Masters watched. “What do you offer?” the Leader asked. Star held the black-pulsing heart. “Azrathion’s,” she said. The Last Warrant stirred in chains, eyes locking on her. “You release me… for what?” His voice rolled like thunder. Star’s answer: “Jakari.” And in that moment, the Last Warrant rose. The hunt began.

The van smelled like smoke and grief. Jakari’s scream still rang in my bones, the echo of it louder than the shattered glass. We didn’t talk—we survived. A bomb blinked beneath a tarp, proof this wasn’t over, proof someone wanted us erased. We stole cars, split apart, and ran. In the Corvette, his silence finally cracked, guilt bleeding through every word. I kissed him to remind us we were still human. Then the airport burned into view—runway scorched, plane gone, ash falling. Not a warning. A message.

The bridge became a cage of steel and red dots, and something inside me finally snapped. I stopped reacting and started deciding. Soldiers fell. Screams vanished into the dark below. When I faced Posida, I dropped my rifle and my mercy with it. I didn’t fight to survive—I fought to send a message. By the time I walked away, the war had already begun.

The town burned because of me. Explosions split the sky, smoke swallowed everything I loved, and the bridge ahead promised escape—or death. A juggernaut stood in our way, armor unbreakable, laughter shaking the street. When steel shattered and blood hit the ground, I realized this wasn’t survival anymore. It was war.

Max Shackleford believes suburban life is harmless and predictable—until one quiet night of experimentation fractures reality. A familiar hallway stretches impossibly long, revealing doors glowing with unnatural color. When Max’s friend Jerome opens one, he steps into a vast world hidden beneath the suburb: endless houses, endless half-lived lives. Jerome vanishes, leaving Max trapped in a normal world that no longer feels safe, haunted by the certainty that something vast and watching lies just beyond the walls.

Liorah was bred for survival, not belonging. As a scout for a drifting colony ship, she walks worlds before anyone else is allowed to touch them - cataloging life, danger, and the quiet ways planets resist being claimed.

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Kano put a hand over his face, nursing a post drinkage headache that was beginning to form. Eidothea stood away from him, her back turned and her arms crossed. Carry however stood looking at both of them, feeling sorry she had caused such grief. New free will and consciousness aside, she was meant to help the captain. And instead she had potentially ruined the mission, though she hoped she could find a way to get them back on track. “Perhaps we could just look around for a force powerful enough to correct this error. There's bound to be a bright enough mind around that would know of a way to accomplish such a task.” She said finally, breaking the pair of clones moment of silence.

Kano was, of course, completely mystified in that moment. “Dazed” wouldn’t have done justice to the level of confusion that went through his poor, badly made clone brain. Luckily, Eidothea was there, and bright as ever. She understood the mission, the instructions, even the means to get there. One thing she didn’t quite understand was why that weird little gut feeling inside her was screaming that this was a bad idea.

Kano broke the awkward silence by saying, "Well, if that's what we're doing, then I'm all in. Let's uncover your mystery — maybe I'll learn something about myself in the process." Thea smiled and replied, "When we've found the Argomid, we can change course and find out what your past is. I'll stick around for that." Kano smiled back at her, then stumbled as the Careener jostled. "We have now entered the atmosphere of the planet Peleppargo. We will be touching down shortly," Carry chimed. Thea helped him to his feet, then shot him a worried smile and said, "Okay! Here goes everything, I suppose!"

“It would seem, Captain, that Eidothea is not owned by ANY of the Xynian companies in existence. Therefore I cannot register her as a crew member. Are you satisfied with my answers to your query, Captain?” Kano folded his arms and stamped his foot. “No! I am NOT satisfied with those answers. How did you expect me to find crew members outside of Xynian territory?” At this question, Carry chimed back immediately, “To add a non-Xynian into a Xynian conclave, a person of enough standing must make a company under their parent branch and have the non-Xynian sign an ownership form to verify their employment. Would you like to make a company, Captain?” Kano stood there in stunned silence for a moment. “Yes, Carry—I'll make a company.”