The world was on the brink of collapse, but no one saw it coming—not until it was too late. The gilded towers of power, built on the backs of the oppressed, were trembling, cracking under the weight of their own lies. For years, Leonard had been the unseen hand that shaped the future, controlling everything from the air people breathed to the very thoughts they thought. The world was his playground, his kingdom of ash, but one thing he hadn’t accounted for was the spark of defiance that was about to ignite.
Maxwell never wanted to be a hero. He wasn’t a soldier, not by choice, nor a leader by design. He was just a man caught in the machinery of a world that moved without care for the lives it crushed beneath its gears. But when his world was torn apart by violence, when the lives of his loved ones became nothing more than casualties of war, he had no choice but to fight. And fight he did.
As Maxwell joined the ranks of the rebellion, he quickly learned that the fight for freedom was never as simple as it seemed. Lines blurred. Alliances shifted. And what he thought he knew about right and wrong began to crumble. Every victory came at a cost, and every betrayal cut deeper than the last. No one was innocent. No one was safe. And in a world where hope was just a whisper, the question became: