In a world remade by the Merge, nothing is what it seems. Decades ago, a spatial rift tore through reality, dragging alien realms and dimensions into Earth. The collision reshaped the planet and left it shared by countless races. After years of war, an uneasy truce was forged - but real peace was never part of the deal. My name is Bram Valor. The world above pretends the old wounds have healed. Beneath the surface, powerful people still pull the strings, dealing in weapons, influence, and secrets that were never meant to surface. I intend to drag every last one of them into the light. This isn't the beginning of my story. And it's nowhere near the end.

The world has evolved greatly, a few millennia and all the old humans ever imagined are commonplace and more, power and might is everything, without it what right to do have to rule? to call yourself supreme. But can one truly be supreme? unrivaled? dominion unchallenged? Humans have always been greedy regardless of evolution that specific trait remains constant, now so more than ever