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Long after the Trinity Wars, a world of light approaches the Earth. ARTIKA, a new-world regime in practice of mysterious sciences, discovers a staggering revelation. Where there is light, there is life. One blessed, the other cursed, war ensues between Earth and a star-traveling world—Niaysia. Corrine, curious to discover ARTIKA’s dark truths, becomes a pawn for a war between planets, an arsenal—Celeste 2102. She is thrown into a realm of death and imperceptible beauty. A dark and spiritual awakening awaits her, and on the desperate journey home, Celeste must not only battle the evils within herself, but the darkness steadily rising between Earth and a world unknown.

Long after the Trinity Wars, a world of light approaches the Earth. ARTIKA, a new-world regime in practice of mysterious sciences, discovers a staggering revelation. Where there is light, there is life. One blessed, the other cursed, war ensues between Earth and a star-traveling world—Niaysia. Corrine, curious to discover ARTIKA’s dark truths, becomes a pawn for a war between planets, an arsenal—Celeste 2102. She is thrown into a realm of death and imperceptible beauty. A dark and spiritual awakening awaits her, and on the desperate journey home, Celeste must not only battle the evils within herself, but the darkness steadily rising between Earth and a world unknown.

“I’ll start with Slyvenski. Nero Slyvenski. The Trinity War bombings began in Russia, in late 2052. Winters and summers bled to ash. In the end, there was nothing. The country crumbled, and like all great nations that crumble, others were doomed to follow. Societies decayed, plagued by violence and civil unrest. Scavengers murdered each other in the streets. Mercenaries tortured and raped. Children were exchanged for weapons and other smuggled merchandise. Some believed the world couldn’t fall any further. But a year later, in the midst of war, something terrible was born.

“A viral strain erupted in east Estonia, a mutation sprung from the war’s biochemical radiation. They called it ODIUM. Slyvenski lost his last living daughter to the virus. He had lost his wife and youngest daughter some time before when his family had tried crossing boarders into French territory. In that time, all countries in Eastern Europe had closed their doors to foreign migration and trade. Crossing was a dangerous feat, but Slyvenski had powerful connections. He was assured safe passage and was confident he’d make it. But how wrong he was.

“An old colleague informed on Slyvenski, and on a cold spring morning, blood did spill. His wife and youngest daughter were captured by mercenaries, tortured and killed.

“He was broken. A man with nothing but a back of bloody clothes, a wasted mind, and a hollow heart. In 2063, Slyvenski reached the States. Was a drifter for some time. He thought he might find solace there, but the ODIUM virus was fast moving, even quicker than the feet of war. It wasn’t long before the land of the free withered in spirit and the flags of America burned in flames.

“Sometime later, death to Slyvenski, seemed the perfect escape. On the morning of his death, daylight did not escape the night. A morning so very unlike the dawn when his wife and youngest daughter were killed. He laid there in the bloom of dusk with a bullet pierced too close to his heart. He closed his eyes. How terrible is the night, he thought. How dreadful is the end without dying in the fruit of the sun.

“Then, out of the dawn, Slyvenski found his haven. Not in a sanctuary you see. But in a man—Midis Eximus.

“Midis tucked the gun beneath his wool coat and bent down over the dying man. He held his arms out to hold Slyvenski. A light fell over the right half of his face, and the eyes of Midis Eximus flared with an immortal shine. Slyvenski reached out to the very stranger who had aimed his weapon and shot him. His bloody hand seemed so much like a child’s. Midis took it, and something changed in Slyvenski at the stranger’s touch. Zeal struck Slyvenski’s heart, and he found his lungs filling with new life.

“In that moment, Slyvenski was reborn. He had shed his blood on the earth’s ancient ground. Now, he was a dead man alive. The world was still a tomb, but death and destruction never seemed so necessary. The world, to Slyvenski, was never so beautiful.

“His gaze shimmered up at Midis Eximus.

“‘No,’ Midis said, ‘the heavens will not have you. They must be envious.’ He raised the man against his chest. ‘We’ve been waiting. Nero Slyvenski, you’re the light to it all.’

“And so, Midis brought him out from the grave. He carried the dead now living man into a bold and brand-new world.

“I’ll start with Slyvenski. Nero Slyvenski. The Trinity War bombings began in Russia, in late 2052. Winters and summers bled to ash. In the end, there was nothing. The country crumbled, and like all great nations that crumble, others were doomed to follow. Societies decayed, plagued by violence and civil unrest. Scavengers murdered each other in the streets. Mercenaries tortured and raped. Children were exchanged for weapons and other smuggled merchandise. Some believed the world couldn’t fall any further. But a year later, in the midst of war, something terrible was born.

“A viral strain erupted in east Estonia, a mutation sprung from the war’s biochemical radiation. They called it ODIUM. Slyvenski lost his last living daughter to the virus. He had lost his wife and youngest daughter some time before when his family had tried crossing boarders into French territory. In that time, all countries in Eastern Europe had closed their doors to foreign migration and trade. Crossing was a dangerous feat, but Slyvenski had powerful connections. He was assured safe passage and was confident he’d make it. But how wrong he was.

“An old colleague informed on Slyvenski, and on a cold spring morning, blood did spill. His wife and youngest daughter were captured by mercenaries, tortured and killed.

“He was broken. A man with nothing but a back of bloody clothes, a wasted mind, and a hollow heart. In 2063, Slyvenski reached the States. Was a drifter for some time. He thought he might find solace there, but the ODIUM virus was fast moving, even quicker than the feet of war. It wasn’t long before the land of the free withered in spirit and the flags of America burned in flames.

“Sometime later, death to Slyvenski, seemed the perfect escape. On the morning of his death, daylight did not escape the night. A morning so very unlike the dawn when his wife and youngest daughter were killed. He laid there in the bloom of dusk with a bullet pierced too close to his heart. He closed his eyes. How terrible is the night, he thought. How dreadful is the end without dying in the fruit of the sun.

“Then, out of the dawn, Slyvenski found his haven. Not in a sanctuary you see. But in a man—Midis Eximus.

“Midis tucked the gun beneath his wool coat and bent down over the dying man. He held his arms out to hold Slyvenski. A light fell over the right half of his face, and the eyes of Midis Eximus flared with an immortal shine. Slyvenski reached out to the very stranger who had aimed his weapon and shot him. His bloody hand seemed so much like a child’s. Midis took it, and something changed in Slyvenski at the stranger’s touch. Zeal struck Slyvenski’s heart, and he found his lungs filling with new life.

“In that moment, Slyvenski was reborn. He had shed his blood on the earth’s ancient ground. Now, he was a dead man alive. The world was still a tomb, but death and destruction never seemed so necessary. The world, to Slyvenski, was never so beautiful.

“His gaze shimmered up at Midis Eximus.

“‘No,’ Midis said, ‘the heavens will not have you. They must be envious.’ He raised the man against his chest. ‘We’ve been waiting. Nero Slyvenski, you’re the light to it all.’

“And so, Midis brought him out from the grave. He carried the dead now living man into a bold and brand-new world.

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captured by mercenaries, tortured and killed.

“He was broken. A man with nothing but a back of bloody clothes, a wasted mind, and a hollow heart. In 2063, Slyvenski reached the States. Was a drifter for some time. He thought he might find solace there, but the ODIUM virus was fast moving, even quicker than the feet of war. It wasn’t long before the land of the free withered in spirit and the flags of America burned in flames.

“Sometime later, death to Slyvenski, seemed the perfect escape. On the morning of his death, daylight did not escape the night. A morning so very unlike the dawn when his wife and youngest daughter were killed. He laid there in the bloom of dusk with a bullet pierced too close to his heart. He closed his eyes. How terrible is the night, he thought. How dreadful is the end without dying in the fruit of the sun.

“Then, out of the dawn, Slyvenski found his haven. Not in a sanctuary you see. But in a man—Midis Eximus.

“Midis tucked the gun beneath his wool coat and bent down over the dying man. He held his arms out to hold Slyvenski. A light fell over the right half of his face, and the eyes of Midis Eximus flared with an immortal shine. Slyvenski reached out to the very stranger who had aimed his weapon and shot him. His bloody hand seemed so much like a child’s. Midis took it, and something changed in Slyvenski at the stranger’s touch. Zeal struck Slyvenski’s heart, and he found his lungs filling with new life.

“In that moment, Slyvenski was reborn. He had shed his blood on the earth’s ancient ground. Now, he was a dead man alive. The world was still a tomb, but death and destruction never seemed so necessary. The world, to Slyvenski, was never so beautiful.

“His gaze shimmered up at Midis Eximus.

“‘No,’ Midis said, ‘the heavens will not have you. They must be envious.’ He raised the man against his chest. ‘We’ve been waiting. Nero Slyvenski, you’re the light to it all.’

“And so, Midis brought him out from the grave. He carried the dead now living man into a bold and brand-new world.

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