๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Or so they say.
The Alternian Empire stretches like a wound across the stars and devouring planets in its endless hunger for control. Every city a monument to oppression. Every colony a graveyard with a fresh coat of paint. Every life assigned a placeโby caste, by blood, by fear.
But nothing lasts forever.
Beneath the empireโs polished metal and propaganda broadcasts, cracks are forming.
Mutants deemed โusefulโ are nothing more than toolsโor ticking time bombs.
Psionics live under surveillance, their power both a weapon and a leash.
Entire species vanish overnight, their stories replaced with imperial lies.
And somewhere in the shadows, rebellion stirs.
You are more than what the empire says you are.
You are more than your caste, your blood, your fear.
Soโ
๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐จ๐๐ง๐ซ๐? ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฃ?
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