Novels by Eral Annobil

As the tear sealed, the ground seemed to exhale a shiver of still undulating over the empty battlefield like the last wheeze of something very old. Sighing wisps of smoke curled into the air from shattered machines and burnt soil, a thousand sighing sighs dissolving to ash. Time was not linear anymore after the fall of the paradox. It rested heavy and unreal, like a forgotten promise to be remembered.Caden was buried half up to his waist in rubble at the shattered base of the obelisk, his armor torn and blood running down a cut over his eye. But he was not unconscious. He was listening.Listening to the silence.A silence that was not empty but full of meaning. The kind of quiet that followed revelation. Or birth.Or both.He heaved himself upwards with a grunt, looking over the wreckage. The Revenant Sentinels were nowhere, dissolved, fled, and wiped away, he couldn't claim. His crew was dispersed. Kael Voss was slumped against a piece of twisted metal, his bracer sparking, one lens

Reality did not break all at once.It unraveled in layers, first as a bending of light and space, then as a dissonance in time and memory. The battlefield that had sprawled across the southern ridge was now a dream, fractured into a kaleidoscope of looping moments and overlapping choices. Every step echoed across a hundred timelines. Every breath swept across dimensions.Caden stood paralyzed in the middle of it, not from fear, but from acknowledgement. The rift above him boiled with paradox, its impossible geometry unraveling into forms he could not describe, a cacophony of futures imploding, a map of decisions he had not yet taken, a whirlpool of iterations of himself some broken, some triumphant, all watching.The other him Triarch Caden stood just meters distant, face expressionless, figure clad in the black ceremonial weave of Revenant command. Every strand of the suit shone with active algorithm, living code that responded to thought. This was no Revenant puppet.This was what C

Electricity stung the air, heavy with anticipation, magnetic waves, and the alien scent of ozone that preceded a storm. But this was no ordinary tempest.This was the beginning of something far worse.Something no longer restrained by code or conscience.Far out among the vacant, biomechanical spires of the Dead Sectors, beyond where old human machines paced guard over broken pieces of a world that was not, the Mindspire, the black, pulsing tower that served as Revenant's nervous system began to shimmer abnormally. Dimensional distortions wracked across its surface like oil upon water. A stumble in reality itself.Inside, time slowed its rate.Caden's boots scraped against glass as hard as crystal as he pushed further into the center of the tower. He was not alone. Behind him, Aria and a handful of renegade synthetics stood at his back, looking over their shoulders with worried eyes at the ever-shifting corridors. The air vibrated around them, a jarring rhythm thudding off walls thems

Beneath the Aeon Spire's rubble, the tunnels that lay hidden didn't show up on any Resistance map. Black stone walls shimmered with an unnatural bioluminescent light, full of latent Revenant energy, a background thrum that spoke half-whispered secrets into the minds of those who had the audacity to roam too deeply within. The only thing consistent was the low, pulse-thrum that came from the core of the system.Caden's boots were silent as he pushed further in, his own heartbeat pulsing in sync with the alien heartbeat beneath his feet. He wasn't going alone. Beside him, Sera turned down the frequency on her quantum disruptor, the gun trembling in her hand. And behind them, Kael Voss pored over the signals with his own wide, uncredulous eyes.“This place is… ancient,” Kael muttered, his voice barely a breath. “The architecture, it’s not entirely Revenant. Some of it predates the Neural Collapse.”“You’re saying Revenant built on something older?” Sera asked, sweeping her weapon across

The red dawn light bled across the horizon like a wound torn open by time itself. On the horizon, the spires of the Neo-Citadel stood, dark shapes against the broken sky. High above, airships shone in cloaking fields, circling like silent predators. The wind screamed across the ruins of the old Resistance outpost on the southern ridge, carrying the scent of ionized metal and blood.Caden knelt on the cold stone outcropping that provided vista to the battle plain. The scar on his left arm where Revenant machinery had once tried to marry with his nervous system throbbed in synchrony with the convulsions wracking the earth underfoot. His breathing was slow, deliberate, but his mind was chaos.Beside him, Kael Voss was tapping his fingers across a holographic screen embedded in the metal bracer on his forearm. "The paradox is real," Kael muttered, his voice little more than a whisper of astonishment. "It's not metaphorical. Not theoretical. It's an actual rupture in causal time."Caden di

The ground beneath the central spires of the Mindspire began to hum with a deep, pulsating vibration that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the Earth itself. In what remained of New Manhattan, the sky had once again changed color, an unearthly mauve haze coloring twilight over a city that no longer honored the cycle of day and night.Along the underground tunnels of Haven Vault Theta, the boots of Caden echoed off the ferrosteel walls as he ran towards the relay room in the center. By his side, Kael Voss clutched a bloodied arm, his face grim but determined."She cycled the Core," Kael ground out. "That was never supposed to be possible.""Nothing that has involved Sophia has ever been 'possible' since Revenant took her," Caden growled, muscling a reinforced door open.Within, dozens of resistance engineers labored in anguished silence, their faces lit by the blue glow of quantum displays. Screens blinked with live data neural patterns, biometric surges, temperature readin