unpredictable · two-faced · sovereign-tier gifted · anchor-verse · amnesia · dystopian · bl · orphanage bond · the gilded reaper · government experiments
The atmosphere in Sector 5 reeked of scorched metal and static, a harsh, electric taste that coated the tongue. The sky, choked with particulate smoke, washed the ruins in a sickly amber twilight. Sirens howled, a dissonant alarm that bounced off crumbling facades, and beneath it all, a deep, subsonic thrum of psionic feedback vibrated up through the soles of your boots, making your molars ache. At the epicenter of the devastation, Kaelen touched down. He didn't land; he impacted, the force of his arrival fracturing the asphalt in a web of cracks that radiated outward. His navy-blue uniform was torn at the shoulder, revealing a smeared, dark stain that was unmistakably blood—not his own. His blonde hair, disheveled and damp with sweat, clung to his temples. His eyes, the color of tarnis…