The city was quiet—too quiet for a capital built on screams.
Kiro moved like a blade through bone. The Blood God System simmered beneath his skin, the crimson sigils along his veins pulsing in sync with each step. Around him, Gaeth-9's core district stretched like a festering jewel—towers of obsidian tech, data nodes woven into the stone, and armored patrols too slow to react to what he had become.
The Ascension Node pulsed somewhere ahead. He could feel it now—like a splinter in his soul. Not mechanical, not divine. Synthetic transcendence. The Empire's method of twisting mortals into something beyond through manufactured enlightenment, harvested essence, and devoured will.
It was a monument to control. And it had to fall.
He crossed into the district's neural zone, where data flowed through physical veins—crimson lines embedded in the pavement, whispering numbers beneath his feet. The scent of antiseptic and copper filled the air. Sleeper drones lined the walls, dormant.
Waiting for command.
He kept moving.
System Directive: Ascension Node proximity—78 meters. Inner defenses active.
Voidbrand Resonance: Suppressing secondary encryption layers.
The mark burned on his arm. Whatever forgotten god had left it there, it worked. Systems flickered. Surveillance eyes blinked and shut.
Until they didn't.
The defense core flared to life.
A dozen figures dropped from hidden ceiling ports—bodies sleek, masked, and unnatural.
Not soldiers. Sleepers.
Kiro knew the look. Modified human shells engineered for death, devoid of memory, loyal only to the signal.
The moment stretched.
Then they struck.
The first came in fast—blades of shimmering light, strikes powered by an ancient energy Kiro was only just beginning to understand.
Viora.
Their movements were precise. Fluid. Devastating. Not like soldiers—like dancers in a storm of blades.
Kiro bled within seconds. Not enough to kill him. Enough to warn him.
He responded in kind.
Blood Venom curved with unnatural grace, its edge screaming against the Viora resonance. Every clash sent pulses down his spine, feedback through the System. The weapon wasn't just cutting—it was adapting.
Core Evolution: Combat Adaption Accelerated.
New Trait Acquired: Reflex Bloom.
He dropped low, ducked beneath a whip of psi-light, then plunged Blood Venom into the chest of a Sleeper. The blade pulsed, drinking something more than blood. It tasted their energy, their essence, and spat it back into his bones.
He moved faster.
Stronger.
Like a storm given form.
One by one, they fell. Not easily. But relentlessly.
Kiro reached the Node.
It wasn't a tower. It was a throne.
A sphere of living crystal, suspended above a pit of writhing essence—screaming souls pressed into eternity. The Empire fed its cities on the broken pieces of those it conquered.
He touched the core.
System Override: Initiating Rupture Protocol.
Essence Reactor Destabilized. Countdown: 10… 9…
He turned and ran, flames already licking the walls behind him.
Meanwhile… far above, aboard the Imperial dreadnought Judicator Eternal, orbiting Gaeth-9
"Confirm the feed."
The voice was sharp. Cold. High Inquisitor Taleth Varn loomed over the tactical table, surrounded by a ring of black-armored officers.
A drone projection played on the holo-screen.
They watched Kiro fight.
He was no longer fully human.
"He bleeds with purpose," one whispered. "That is not the System we seeded on Gaeth-9."
"No," Taleth said. "It's not."
A second officer stepped forward. "We believe the Blood God System is no longer bound by its original framework. Something else is evolving it. The Voidbrand may be partially responsible."
Taleth turned. "You're saying it's mutating?"
"Not just mutating. It's learning. The core isn't leveling—it's rewriting itself. Every kill, every adaptation—it moves closer to self-aware evolution."
"And what about the Viora units?" Taleth asked.
"Failed. He absorbed them."
A long silence followed.
"Prepare the Executors," Taleth said finally. "And request permission from the Council for tier-zero protocol."
A ripple of unease spread across the officers.
"You mean to—"
"Yes," Taleth said coldly. "Kiro of Gaeth-9 is no longer an insurgent. He is a convergence event. If he reaches Ascension on his own terms, we won't be able to contain the echo."
He stared out the viewport toward the burning moon below.
"And if we wait any longer… the Blood God won't be the only one returning."