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PROLOGUE: The Fall of Home
Earth- Year 2198
They said Earth would last forever.
They said we were the masters of progress.
They said extinction was a myth.
They were wrong.
The oceans had dried into salt plains. The air stung like acid. Forests had withered into skeletons, and cities turned into burial grounds. Humanity didn't die in one big war or one great famine - it died slowly, with every deal made for oil, every tree cut for comfort, every voice silenced for profit.
The wealthy fled first. Private spaceports. Silent launches. They left promises behind, along with everyone who couldn't afford to follow.
Then came the Exodus Project. A final mission, funded by the remaining world powers, to carry 100,000 chosen survivors beyond the stars - to Virelia, a distant, life-rich planet in the Epsilon Hydrae system. A new Earth.
They called the ship The Colonizer.
Not The Explorer.
Not The Peacebringer.
The Colonizer.
It was never about living in harmony.
It was always about ownership.
I was one of the few who stayed. Not by choice.
I watched the last shuttle rise into the ash-gray sky.
I watched my home become a graveyard.
And I made a vow:
If they reach that new world and repeat the same sins -
If they burn another paradise for power -
Then I will stop them.
Even if I have to follow them across the galaxy.
Because humanity doesn't need a second chance.
It needs a reckoning.