First thing Karn did after escaping the hospital?
Punch a goddamn priest in the face.
Okay, not a real priest. More like one of those creepy doomsday cult guys dressed in gold rags preaching that Karn was the "Sun's Wrath Reborn".
"You will cleanse the wicked, child of the flame!"
"Shut the fuck up," Karn muttered, dragging his hoodie low over his head.
He didn't want followers. He wanted coffee.
But the world wouldn't stop staring. Cameras. Drones. Divine messengers in human skin. Holy shit, he couldn't even take a leak in peace.
And the mark on his chest? It burned when someone lied.
Rhea, his younger sister, found him hiding in an old metro station. "You're glowing again."
"Damn it."
"You scared Dad. You scared everyone."
"I scare myself."
The sun wasn't just his curse. It was his anchor. His cage. His power.
And something inside him was waking up. A memory. A truth.
That he had once stood against gods.
That he had died with honor, betrayed by fate.
And now?
He was going to burn a new path.
Not for vengeance. Not for glory.
For righteousness.
Even if it meant breaking the world again.