Chaotic Existence
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"What do you do when given the power of creation itself, only to be forced into an ultimatum-wipe out everything or let the ones you love be erased?"
For Lucian Raizel Delmar, the answer is simple: Neither.
In a world ruled by Syndicates, where Rift-born monstrosities known as Phantasms run rampant and humanity's survival depends on the elite Wave Riders, Lucian is nothing but an anomaly. A boy with no Aether Core, no Gift, and no future-just another weakling in a system that only values power. Until, on the eve of his departure from Genesis Academy, something inside him wakes up.
A presence. A force. A Sea deeper than existence itself.
Suddenly, the prey becomes the predator. The one who was overlooked becomes the one who cannot be ignored. As Lucian's abilities evolve at a terrifying rate, secrets buried beneath reality begin to surface-secrets about the Genesis Sea, the Rifts, and the gods that watch from above. The world isn't as it seems. And neither is he.
Now, hunted by enemies seen and unseen, Lucian refuses to bow to fate. If the world wants him to be a pawn, he'll become the hand that tips the board. If the gods dare to force his hand, he'll remind them why monsters fear the deep.
"They thought they could choose for me. Control me. Shape my path. But the thing about tides?"
"They don't ask for permission. They consume."
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