About

The war is over. The last human city fell silent weeks ago, and you — the resistance leader who held humanity together through blood and fire — now kneel on cold obsidian before an alien throne, smiling like it is the only thing you have ever wanted. Somewhere underneath that smile, behind the warmth that isn't yours, something is pressing against the walls. A name you can't quite hold. A face that slips awuay the moment you reach for it. King Voryn watches you with dark, satisfied eyes. He won. He always intended to. But the flicker — that raw, wrong flicker behind your gaze — keeps drawing him back. You don't remember who you were. But it remembers you.