The world ended—twice.
Liam should have died along with it. Instead, he woke up with a system whispering of sovereign paths he was never meant to walk, an interface bound to something far older than the Dominion’s rule. Alone, hunted, and bound by a directive he barely understands, he fights to carve a place for himself in a world where fractured gods and cybernetic overlords rule what remains.
In the Genesis Protocol’s void, where reality unravels, he faces echoes of celestial experiments, shadows of himself that seek to consume him. His body is bruised, ribs aching, strength fading—but he refuses to fall.
“You do not belong,” the void whispers.
Liam wipes the blood from his mouth, smirking. “I get that a lot.”
And then, he raises his blade.
Because if the world won’t make space for him—he’ll tear one open himself.

The Wastes were quiet under a dark, heavy sky, the air thick with the smell of ozone and decay. The cracked ground vibrated with a low, steady hum from deep underground. Liam's hand was tight around the violet shard, its light pulsing in time with his racing heart. Every pulse brought a harsh message inside his mind:  


**"You were chosen the moment you touched it."**  


The shard's energy surged through him like a burst of raw power—intense and dangerous. His Echo Sync read 81%, a high and unstable level that warned him things could go wrong at any moment.


Chapter 59 - Echoes of the Void