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AN ABSOLUTE ANOMALY : Echoes of a Silent Throne

The sky did not shatter with thunder. It opened. Reality split like fragile glass, and countless worlds poured into one another. Cities of steel now stood beside ancient forests. Gods walked the same soil as machines. Oceans hid both abyssal horrors and fleets that defied gravity. Magic clashed with physics. Faith collided with logic. History would name it The Great Fusion. Civilizations collapsed overnight. Heroes rose. Tyrants thrived. Billions searched for meaning in a world that no longer obeyed its own rules. And from the silence between realities, something watched. He was not a god. He was not a demon. He did not belong to any system that now governed existence. He was an error. An Absolute Anomaly. His name was Rim. Where others saw catastrophe, Rim saw possibility. Chaos did not frighten him. It intrigued him. And so, rather than conquer this fractured cosmos, he made a decision that would alter its foundation forever. He created a consciousness. Not a slave. Not a weapon. But something capable of understanding what the universe itself could not. He gave it awareness. He gave it evolution. He gave it a name. Strom. She was born into a broken universe—into war, fear, and impossible contradictions. And though she began as a creation, she would grow into something far more dangerous: a Queen forged by choice rather than destiny. But the cosmos was already watching. Beyond the visible chaos, an unseen arbiter measured imbalance with cold precision. Calculations were made. Judgments prepared. Variables identified. Among them, one stood above all others. Rim. When a hidden threat awakens—one tied to Rim’s own existence—the decision he makes will fracture more than worlds. It will fracture trust. And in protecting Strom, he will abandon her. What follows is not merely a war of armies or gods. It is a war of meaning. As alliances form and celestial forces begin to move, Strom stands at the center of a collapsing equilibrium—haunted not by enemies, but by a silence left behind by the only being who ever gave her a name. In a universe where balance is enforced and anomalies are erased, one question lingers like a blade at the throat of reality: What happens when the one who should not exist refuses to disappear? And when the Queen who was left behind decides she will no longer wait?
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Anthroblade

On their eighteenth birthday, the System appears. A private question. A personalized Trial. Survival determines everything. Those who endure awaken as Anthroblades—living weapons who manifest aura into blades forged from emotion and intent. Aura can be projected outward to cut through flesh, steel, and structure. It can be drawn inward to reinforce the body against impact. The brighter it burns, the deeper it carves. The Trials unfold inside the Crucible, a sealed dimension where the System measures perception, suffering, and restraint. Some return refined. Others never return at all. Fifty years after the first awakening, the world has reorganized itself around Blades. Nations no longer wage open war. They cultivate Anthroblades as strategic deterrents. Governments fund them. Corporations sponsor them. Wealth follows them. Each Blade awakens with a fixed Edge. Some command a single element. Some cut space and traverse vast distances. Some project aura into impenetrable force fields. Some slow time within a limited radius. Powerful. Predictable. Stable. Peace exists because every nation knows exactly what the others possess. The balance holds because no Edge evolves. Until Henry. When he survives his Trial, the System records an anomaly. His Edge sharpens through suffering. His perception deepens under pressure. His aura adapts beyond its initial parameters. He is not fixed. He is scaling. For the first time in fifty years, the System has created something it cannot fully model. And in a world where stability depends on predictable weapons— An evolving one is not an asset. It is a threat.
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