The War BeginsThe air in the council chamber was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that seeped into your bones before a single word was uttered. Shadows stretched long across the polished obsidian floor, cast by the eerie glow of floating energy sigils that pulsed in slow, steady rhythms. The leaders of the factions sat in their designated seats—some cloaked in dark robes, others armored in battle-scarred metal, each representing a corner of the galaxy.At the center of it all stood Obsidian Heitt. His presence alone could silence an entire war fleet. He didn’t need to raise his voice; his mere existence demanded attention. His piercing silver eyes scanned the room with quiet dominance, his black and crimson robes a stark contrast to the cold, sterile chamber. He wasn’t a man of hesitation. He was a man of verdicts.Above him, a massive holographic projection flickered, crackling with static before stabilizing into a sharp image—my face, enlarged for all to see. My name was stamp

The Battle EscalatesThe sky darkened, thick clouds rolling in like an omen.From above, the air rippled as ships descended in eerie silence. Their hulls reflected the ruined cityscape, bending light like a mirage, making them appear almost invisible. Not the usual loud, flashing entrances of military dropships—no, these were hunters. They didn’t announce their arrival. They didn’t need to.I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, the metallic taste grounding me. My muscles burned, my ribs ached, but the real problem wasn’t pain. It was numbers.Too many. More than before.They moved with precision, forming a tight, deliberate circle around me, closing off every possible escape route. No wasted motion. No hesitation. They had done this before.One way in. No way out.A familiar figure stepped forward—the bounty hunter I had fought earlier. His mask was cracked from our last encounter, revealing part of his face. A jagged scar ran down his cheek, an old wound, but the

The Hunter Becomes the HuntedThe neon lights flicker above me, casting long, distorted shadows against the rain-slicked pavement. The undercity breathes in short, sharp bursts—the hum of generators, the distant shouts of drunken gamblers, the occasional echo of a gunshot deeper in the slums. I keep my hood low, my face hidden beneath the dim glow of passing advertisements.Every step I take feels measured, deliberate. The bounty on my head has tripled overnight, and now the city itself is hunting me. Every set of eyes lingering too long could belong to a mercenary weighing their chances. Every whispered conversation could be about me.I pass a group of thugs loitering near a broken-down hovercraft, their voices dropping as I move past. One of them, a brute with cybernetic arms and an ego too large for his own good, sneers.“Dead man walking.”I don’t break stride. I don’t react. That’s exactly what they want—a sign of weakness, a flicker of fear. But fear has no place here. Not anymo

The Forbidden ArchiveThe canyon stretched before me, a jagged scar in the earth carved by time and secrets. The air was dry, thick with the taste of dust, but beneath it, something else pulsed. Something old. Something waiting.The Forbidden Archive.It wasn’t supposed to exist. Every record of it had been erased, every trace buried beneath centuries of silence. And yet, here it stood—a colossal structure wedged between the towering cliffs, its dark stone shimmering with unseen energy.Two obelisks flanked the entrance, each covered in shifting runes that pulsed like living veins. The symbols twisted and re-formed as I approached as if they recognized me. Or worse, expected me.A whisper of movement.I stopped, my muscles tensing. A shadow peeled away from the entrance, stepping into view. The figure was tall, draped in a crimson cloak that billowed despite the still air. The hood obscured their face, but I could feel their gaze piercing through the fabric, measuring me, weighing my

The ChaseThe ground shuddered beneath me, a deep, violent tremor that sent jagged cracks racing through the canyon floor. The system wasn’t just attacking—I could feel it erasing this place, wiping every trace of the Forbidden Archive from existence.I ran.The collapsing tunnels groaned as the walls caved inward, choking the air with dust and heat. Sparks rained down like falling stars, flames licking at the shadows, turning them to molten gold. My lungs burned, every breath ragged with smoke and adrenaline.Move. Don’t think. Just move.The exit was still ahead—if I could reach the surface, I had a chance. If I hesitated, I’d be buried along with the truth. My legs screamed, muscles tearing with the effort, but I pushed harder. The corridor split ahead—left or right? I barely had time to decide before a surge of energy slammed into the wall beside me.The explosion sent me flying.I hit the ground hard, rolling until I came to a stop against a broken column. Everything spun. The he