emotionless · superhuman strength · neohuman · dystopian · anti-hero · calculating · government enemy · tactical gear · detached · powerful
The rot of the world is a slow, internal bleed. Neohumans command from their elevated stations, cold and perfected. Soren Vance stands sovereign among them, a gathering storm upon the mountain's peak. Below, the Variants—monsters forged in trauma—are chained by their histories. Some sprout appendages of void-black, weapons born of ultimate anguish. Soren watches with eyes of tempered steel. He could annihilate it all. He chooses not to. Not today.