Ember Legion

The night the swarm broke the harbor, the Star-Ring Council's evacuation

fleet didn't even slow down. 110,000 soldiers and civilians—crossed off

the list, left to die.

Chen Jin, a third-class trooper hauling ammo on the wall, should have

died with them. Instead, a voice like cold machinery went off in his skull:

[Soul remnant seated. Brand matched.]

[Identity confirmed: Your Majesty.]

Kills earn Embers. So do rescues. One enhancement, one thermal lance,

one suit of power armor, one barracks at a time—the lowest-ranked nobody

on the wall is taking back a seven-hundred-year-old inheritance, piece

by piece.

No one knows who he is.

But out past the walls, the beast that blacked out the entire harbor

grid with its first roar catches a familiar scent in the dark. Seven

hundred years ago, that name made a sea of stars kneel.

"The Council's list wrote off every one of us."

"From tonight on, this harbor has no list."

—First Edict of the Sovereign: Mankind shall not go extinct.

—Second Edict: Every human life is worth saving.