The signs were there. No one listened.

Fifty years ago, a child was born with a prophecy etched into his mind:

[The Ones Beyond seek the world and its Sparks.]

He was not alone.

Across the world, children followed—each carrying the same vision, each driven to madness by glimpses of a future no one believed in.

They screamed warnings. They were ignored. Locked away. Buried.

Then the world ended.

The planet trembled.
The galaxy convulsed.
The universe fractured.

Dimensional Gates tore open. Monsters emerged. Reality evolved.

Survival became a privilege.

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Uriel is a death row inmate, condemned for crimes that ensured the world would never mourn him.

On the night of his execution, a stranger appears—calm, composed, and impossibly out of place.

“I come from the future.”

And with him, a way out.

Not salvation. Not redemption.

A bargain.

Because no gift from fate comes without a cost.

“Let’s make a deal.”

Enoch's body was lifted into the air by a spectral force.


Thick, dark gusts of emerald wind condensed around him, the pouring skies suddenly intensifying, raining down as if they wanted to drown the earth a second time.


Arcs of emerald and dark purple lightning danced through the skies, tearing across the clouds in unnatural shapes that twisted the flows of nature itself.


Enoch's body lifted higher and higher until he was suspended hundreds of meters in the air.


Uriel stared up at him, slowly rising to his feet, utterly and absolutely lost.


A pillar of emerald lightning fell, shattering Enoch's core.


A third fell, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth.


All that remained in the skies was ash, consumed by arcs of emerald lightning.


Uriel's eyes trembled, and he suddenly forgot how to breathe.


Chapter 55 - Games