Song of the Zeroers

Bronze City crumbles to dust as the god-slayer wanders among stars, revealing the cruelest truth: freedom is nothing but a trembling speck in a higher civilization's observation box. The real war has only just begun, baring its fangs at the edge of the cosmos. When ancient words sink into blood arrays, the pages emit the scent of bronze—is it Leah's quantum beacon to the real dimension, or another narrative trap woven by the Council? In this ink-scented midnight, who can be certain they aren't just a consciousness backup for some distant bloody star?