"In a world where ash chokes the sky and ruins whisper forgotten horrors, one boy’s blood ignites a revolution."
Ethan, scrawny scavenger of the Wastes, thought his luck ran out the day he stumbled into the crumbling temple—until the dust cleared, and his vision split.
Three minutes ahead.
A flash of a wolf-like mutant’s leap.
A flicker of a hidden cache beneath the rusted overpass.
The "Prophet’s Eye" had awoken, and with it, a destiny sharper than any blade.
Now, the Wastes burn with new fire.
He’s no longer just Ethan.
He’s the Iron Prophet, founder of Hope Bastion—the last safe harbor where children laugh, crops grow, and survivors dare to dream.
But the shadows hunger.
Malcolm, the silver-tongued "Savior" of the East, hoards radiation-cleansed cities like trophies, his smile as deadly as his army of brainwashed zealots.
And beyond the walls, the mutants evolve—clawing, screeching, learning—to tear down everything Ethan’s built.
He’s got three minutes to see the future… but can he outrun the past?
With a map of buried armories etched in his mind, a forge churning out relic-steel weapons, and a circle of fierce women at his side—each a queen of her own domain, from the sharpshooter who never misses to the biologist decoding mutant DNA—Ethan’s not just surviving.
He’s rebuilding.
But Malcolm’s already seen the endgame.
And in the Wastes, the only prophecy that matters is the one written in blood.
The Iron Prophet rises.
The Bastion stands.
Or humanity dies.