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Hazeed : Guardian Of The World The Weight of Survival
The bunker’s dim lights flickered, casting long shadows against the cold, concrete walls. The air smelled of sweat, gunpowder, and something metallic—something unnatural. The survivors sat in tense silence, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on them like a heavy fog.Mazda exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "Alright, let’s break this down. We were having a party, trying to forget all the shit we’ve been through, and then—" He snapped his fingers. "Reality just… broke?"Nia’s eyes, still wide with shock, flickered toward Hazeed. "No. It wasn’t reality. It was them. The thing… it wasn’t just killing. It was erasing."Goro, who had been pacing, stopped abruptly. "That thing. It wasn’t Omega. And it wasn’t the Starborn."Hazeed nodded slowly. "I saw something when it touched me. Visions. Flashes of… something bigger." He clenched his fists, trying to steady his breath. "Omega is looking for something on Earth. And the Starborn? They’re not just invaders. They’r
Hazeed : Guardian Of The World The Bunkers
The bunker’s dim lights flickered, casting long shadows against the cold, concrete walls. The air smelled of sweat, gunpowder, and something metallic—something unnatural. The survivors sat in tense silence, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on them like a heavy fog.Mazda exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. "Alright, let’s break this down. We were having a party, trying to forget all the crap we’ve been through, and then—" He snapped his fingers. "Reality just… broke?"Nia’s eyes, still wide with shock, flickered toward Hazeed. "No. It wasn’t reality. It was them. That thing… it wasn’t just killing. It was erasing."Goro, who had been pacing, stopped abruptly. "That thing. It wasn’t Omega. And it wasn’t the Starborn."Hazeed nodded slowly. "I saw something when it touched me. Visions. Flashes of… something bigger." He clenched his fists, trying to steady his breath. "Omega is looking for something on Earth. And the Starborn? They’re not just invaders. They’
Hazeed : Guardian Of The World The Brink
Hazeed gritted his teeth as he clutched the data pad, his mind racing. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the chaos around him. Omega’s forces were in full retreat, but not because of the rebels. They were running from it. The nightmare that had just unmade half their squad like they never existed.The creature pulsed, its shifting mass bending light and space around it. It wasn’t moving toward Hazeed. It was pulling him in."Shit."The gravity around him warped, his boots scraping against the dirt as he fought to stay upright. The data pad in his hands hummed violently, heat searing his palm."Hazeed, drop it!" Goro’s voice cut through the static in his head. "That thing wants it!"But Hazeed knew—he couldn’t. If this was the reason Omega was here, if they had risked everything to find it, then it meant something. And if that thing was after it, then destroying it might be their only way out.The problem was, he had no idea how."Fall back! Now!" Mazda shouted, dragging a wo
Hazeed : Guardian Of The World The Descent of Oblivion
Mazda wiped the blood from his face, his hands shaking as he watched the sky break apart. The air around them crackled with static, the battlefield eerily silent. Omega’s forces had long since fled, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did.Because whatever was coming through that rift—it wasn’t meant for this world.Goro gritted his teeth, gripping his rifle as if it would make a difference. "We need to move. Now."Mazda barely registered his words. His eyes were locked on the presence descending from the rift. The void shifted around it, its form undefined, warping between states of existence. Every flicker of movement sent waves of nausea through his body, like his brain couldn’t comprehend what it was seeing.It wasn’t just a thing. It was a concept, something too vast, too infinite for the human mind to grasp.And it was looking at them.Hazeed—Inside the ChamberHazeed hit the ground hard, pain shooting up his spine. He barely had time to breathe before the world around him twi
Hazeed : Guardian Of The World Raced
Hazeed sprinted forward, his breath ragged, the data pad clutched in his trembling hands. The ground beneath him rippled, shifting between solid matter and something far less stable—less real. The Architect loomed above, its form distorting the very fabric of existence.Goro and Mazda followed close behind, their movements sluggish as if reality itself was resisting them. The battlefield was gone, replaced by a vast, shifting void where remnants of what once existed flickered in and out of focus."Tell me you actually have a plan," Goro barked, barely keeping pace.Hazeed’s mind raced. The data pad. The countdown. The key. He had triggered something, but maybe… maybe it could still be reversed."We need to disrupt the sequence," he shouted over the howling void. "This thing isn’t just coming through—it’s rewriting the rules! If we can sever its connection, we might be able to push it back."Mazda scoffed, eyes darting to the rift above them. "And how the hell do we sever something we
Hazeed : Guardian Of The World The Shadow That Remained
Hazeed still lay on the ground, his body trembling from the lingering adrenaline coursing through his veins. Mazda and Goro sat beside him, both panting, still trying to process what had just happened.The sky above them was whole again—no more gaping rift threatening to swallow the world. The forest, which had vanished, was now back as if nothing had happened.But something was different.Silence.Despite the fact that they had just defeated something that shouldn’t have existed, the world around them felt too quiet. No insects chirping, no wind whispering through the leaves, and most notably—no sign of the Omega forces.Mazda glanced around uneasily. “Where is everyone?”Goro tightened his grip on his rifle, his body still tense. “I don’t like this.”Hazeed forced himself to sit up, his head heavy. The data pad in his hand was cracked, its screen dark and unresponsive. The system had collapsed, but was everything really over?Something felt off.A Shadow at the Edge of AwarenessHaz
Hazeed : Guardian Of The World Whispers of the Architect
The journey back to the base was agonizingly slow. Every step felt heavier, every shadow along the path seemed to stretch unnaturally. Though the air was still, an oppressive weight pressed down on them, as if the very world resisted their return.Mazda was the first to break the silence. "Alright, someone needs to say it—what the hell was that thing?"Hazeed kept walking, eyes scanning the forest warily. "I don't know.""But it knew about the Architect," Goro muttered. "And it knew we were here."The mention of the Architect sent a chill down Hazeed’s spine. They had fought, they had risked everything, and yet, the enemy they sought to destroy was still out there. Or worse—it had never truly left.As they approached the treeline leading to the outskirts of their base, a sharp noise made them freeze. A crackling hum, like static interfering with a radio signal, drifted through the air.It was faint, but distinct.The Architect was speaking again.A Warning from BeyondGoro aimed his r
Hazeed : Guardian Of The World The Tink ini the Bunker
Hazeed could barely feel the ground beneath him. His limbs were numb, his mind fogged with pain and exhaustion. The Architect’s whisper still echoed inside his skull, but it was fading—receding like a predator satisfied with the damage it had done.Mazda ripped off his own vest, pressing it against Hazeed’s chest. "Stay with us, damn it!"Goro’s hands trembled as he tried to patch the wound. The glowing sigil nearby flickered erratically, its light dimming. Whatever Hazeed had done, it had driven the Architect back—for now.But Hazeed knew the truth.It wasn’t gone.It was watching.A faint static crackled in the air again. Not words this time, just a sensation—a knowing.Mazda’s eyes darted around. "We can’t stay here. If that thing comes back—"Goro nodded. "We move. Now."Lifting Hazeed between them, they started toward the underground bunker hidden beneath the base. It was their last hope. If there were any survivors, they’d be there. If not… they were on their own.The Bunker’s S
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The Dream Architect
He crouched near the center, brushing away dust and frost with his gloved fingers.The same symbol that had flashed on his monitor was here—etched into stone that wasn’t here yesterday.A spiral turning in on itself.It felt old. Familiar. Wrong.Then the sensor to his left beeped.An energy spike.He froze. “Mazda,” he called through the comm. “You near a terminal?”“Yeah. What are you seeing?”“Localized distortion. Small, but... precise.”There was a pause. “That’s impossible. The rift’s been sealed.”“Yeah,” Hazeed murmured. “But something else opened.”The device on his belt—his personal rift tracker—began to vibrate. Softly at first, then violently.Then it stopped.Everything stopped.Wind. Sound. Time.The light dimmed into a strange, twilight hue, and Hazeed found himself standing… elsewhere.It wasn’t the rift.It was… memory.Only not his.Images flickered around him—places he’d never been, lives he’d never lived. He stood at a battlefield under two moons. He drowned in a s
Remember
The voices came again.Not from a place, but from within.Hazeed had read every report from the Arctic three times. He’d cross-checked data with over a dozen agencies. Still, he found himself staring at the same satellite image—a perfect circle carved into the ice, untouched by wind or time. Too precise. Too deliberate.He leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his temples. The monitor across from him displayed a frozen timestamp.March 22, 04:04:00That’s when the signal had been detected. A pulse. Low frequency. Subsonic. Not meant to be heard, but felt.And he had felt it.Across the globe, so had others.Mazda had woken from a dream he didn’t remember, his sheets soaked in sweat. Goro, in the middle of a meditation, had suddenly bled from one nostril without explanation. Nayla... she had simply disappeared for twelve hours. No logs. No memories. Just gone.When she returned, her eyes were different.Brighter. Or darker. He wasn’t sure which.Now, as Hazeed stared into the still-flic
Feel
The rift surged around them like a living storm—colors that had no name bled into the skyless void, while time fractured and reversed in brief spasms. Sound turned into light. Light became weight. Nothing made sense, and yet they moved forward, guided only by instinct—and the unyielding will to survive.Nayla, bleeding from a shallow cut above her eyebrow, pressed forward beside Hazeed. Every step they took felt like walking through someone else's memory. Echoes of lives they never lived brushed against their minds—victories, regrets, endings.“You feel that?” Mazda gritted out. “It’s not just showing us what we’ve lost. It’s trying to replace us. Replace our sense of self.”The entity hovered ahead—no longer formless. It now wore a shape that mimicked their own reflections, distorted through a kaleidoscope of other possibilities. A version of Goro stepped forward—cold-eyed, armored in obsidian. Another of Nayla, her expression emotionless, her body merged with machine. The echoes of
Introduction
A few days later.The official reports referred to the incident as Singularity Type-R: Reality-Back Manifestation. But not everyone believed it. Some dismissed it as a hoax. Some called it a mini-apocalypse. However, those who felt it—who lost time, who saw the memories of others in mirrors, who heard the screams of their own souls in dreams—they knew.In a secret facility, Nayla sat alone in the observatory. Above her, the sky displayed a new pattern: Stars that had never been there before. Or perhaps… stars that had just been born.Hazeed stood behind her.“Do you believe we’re done?” Nayla asked without turning.“No,” Hazeed replied. “The Herald wasn’t the beginning. It was just… an introduction.”“Introduction to what?”Hazeed stared at the stars.“…A question we can no longer avoid.”Elsewhere—within the shadows between worlds—a small rift remained open. Within it, there was no Herald. No sound.Only a silent echo.And something… slowly opened its eyes.A group of survivors, mark
Stilled
As the echoes of Hazeed’s command tore through the surreal air, Team Vortex sprang into motion.Mazda unslung his dual-phase disruptors, the barrels glowing with inverted energy. “Eat entropy, nightmares,” he muttered, opening fire. The first echo-beast exploded into a shower of fractured timelines, its body unraveling like a corrupted memory.Goro flanked left, his bracers pulsing as he projected overlapping shields—not to block damage, but to slow perception. “I’ve got suppression fields holding for twelve seconds!” he shouted. “Use them!”Nayla’s fingers blurred over her wrist console, injecting viral code directly into the null-field’s pulse. The air shimmered, causing some of the Herald’s constructs to glitch—flickering between now and never. “I’m trying to overload their temporal anchors, but it’s not enough!”One of the larger echoes charged, shrieking in a voice that sounded like laughter reversed. It slammed into Hazeed—but he didn’t yield. The Gate Lance flared, a core of pu
Herald
In a place without name, far beyond the limits of reality, voices echoed without echo. Hundreds of voices merged into one—a summons. And that summons... was answered.A shape began to emerge from a vortex of gray light, floating amid the wreckage of burning realities. The figure loomed tall—slender, but not fragile. Humanoid in form, but not entirely human.Its skin resembled fractured glass forming the night sky. Veins pulsed with blood-red light laced with the purple glow of dead stars. From its back unfurled formless wings, flowing like black fabric underwater.It stood—and the world around it bowed.“Herald…” the Hollow voices whispered in unison.“Carry our message. Bring ruin. Bring a mirror to those who believe they have already won.”The Herald’s eyes opened—not glowing, but devouring every shred of surrounding light.It spoke without sound. But its meaning pierced every boundary of language.> “They screamed into the dark.Let the dark scream back.”The portal opened without
Next Goro
For Hazeed, it wasn’t blood or death that haunted him—it was the weight of failure. He stood in a vision of a world he couldn't save. Cities in ruin, people he once protected now reduced to ash. He saw himself standing alone, powerless, his sigil dimmed.But then, a faint voice echoed—familiar, steady. Nayla.“Hazeed. Focus.”Her voice cut through the illusion like a blade. Hazeed gritted his teeth, clutching the sigil on his hand.“This is not real,” he muttered. “You don't get to define me, Architect.”The sigil flared with golden light, radiating outward. The illusion cracked, shattering like glass. Around him, Mazda and Goro emerged from their own visions, their expressions shaken but clear. Nayla stood tall, her hand on her heart, her scanner flickering with regained clarity.“We’re back,” Mazda exhaled.“No,” Hazeed said, his voice calm. “We’ve broken through the Architect’s final defense. He knows we’re here to end it.”The room around them shifted once again—no longer a trap,
Beyond the Gate
The golden light of the gate dimmed as Hazeed and his team crossed into a new dimension. The temperature shifted drastically—from the cold, mechanical air of the bunker to a heat that stung like a blazing desert. They stood on crimson soil, dry and cracked, while above them the sky churned with hues of violet and blue, pulsing slowly like the breath of a hidden giant. Mazda squinted. “Where are we?” Hazeed took a cautious step forward. “Not our world. But this… feels real.” Goro crouched down and scooped a handful of the earth. He examined its texture, then nodded. “Too dense to be an illusion. We’re really here.” In the distance, a towering black obelisk rose against the surreal sky, surrounded by unstable whirlwinds of energy. Purple lightning cracked around it, like a natural barrier of volatile power. “That’s the center,” Hazeed murmured. “This gate isn’t just a door—it’s a map. And that’s the nexus.” Nayla activated the scanner hanging from her belt. “No signal. But I
Cannot Escape?
Hazeed struggled against the force pulling him deeper into the abyss. The presence of the Architect was suffocating, its mere existence pressing against his mind like an unbearable weight. He clenched his trembling fists, focusing on the sigil on his left hand. It pulsed in defiance, resisting the overwhelming darkness."I haven’t chosen anything!" Hazeed shouted, his voice echoing in the void. "I make my own choices!"The Architect let out a guttural laugh, the sound vibrating through the endless expanse of nothingness. "You still believe you have control? You are merely a fragment of what is to come. Your body, your soul, your essence—they all belong to us now."A cold dread seeped into Hazeed’s bones. He could feel his connection to the sigil growing stronger, but at the same time, the pull of the darkness became even more relentless. The Architect’s form began shifting, tendrils of black energy spiraling around it like living shadows. Hazeed knew he couldn’t win in a direct confro
