The sky wasn’t just dark that day, it was alive. Colors Benjamin had never seen before rippled through the air like torn fabric. Each color carried a hum, a vibration that touched everything and everyone in their new world. People stopped and looked up, sensing that something enormous was about to happen. They couldn’t explain it, but they felt it deep in their bones. Reality itself was holding its breath.Benjamin stood on a quiet hill outside the city, the wind moving through his hair. His body glowed faintly, a mixture of gold and silver light weaving through his veins. Since his Ascension, he didn’t need to breathe, eat, or rest, but he still did not out of necessity, but habit. It reminded him that he was once human. That he still was, in some small way.Emily stood beside him, holding his hand. She looked at him with calm, loving eyes. “He’s coming, isn’t he?” she asked softly.Benjamin nodded. “Yes. The Envoy. The System’s last weapon.”“Are you ready?”He didn’t answer at f

The stars above were quieter now. For the first time in what felt like forever, the skies didn’t pulse with strange lights or ripple with distortions. The world, Benjamin’s world, was finally still. But beneath that calm, everyone could feel it. This peace wasn’t the end. It was the pause before something greater, something heavier.Benjamin Moore stood at the edge of the rebuilt capital, which used to be New Avalon, looking down at the city below. From this height, he could see people moving about, rebuilding homes, planting new gardens, and laughing in the streets. The air was filled with the faint hum of new life beginning again.He stood still for a long time, feeling the gentle wind against his skin. It carried the scent of renewal, of earth and iron and a little smoke. It was beautiful. It was real.But he wasn’t the same man who had helped build this peace.When he finally turned around, Emily was standing a few steps away, watching him with that familiar look, the mix of warmt

Benjamin stood by the wide window of their home, staring at the rolling hills beyond the rebuilt city. It was peaceful, yes, but he knew peace was a fragile thing. Still, this morning wasn’t about battles or cosmic systems. This morning was about his son.Leo was five now. He was curious, sharp-eyed, and full of that quiet intensity Benjamin once had when he was young. His name was Leo. Benjamin turned when he heard small footsteps behind him. “Dad,” Leo said, holding up a small device he had built out of spare metal scraps and wires. “I made something.”Benjamin crouched down, smiling softly. “What is it this time?”Leo frowned, thinking hard. “I don’t know yet. It listens to light. I think it might talk back if I fix the last part.”Benjamin chuckled. The boy’s imagination was boundless, but what amazed him more was how he understood things without being taught. He could take apart old systems, rewire broken data panels, and speak about energy flow like he had lived through Benjami