Fantasy

In Dwarkam, people are not born equal.
    Some are born Halocrats, wrapped in power and worship.
    Some are born Gutterborn, taught to keep their heads down and their mouths shut.
    Zane Atlas was a Gutterborn.
    Eighteen years old.
    Hungry.
    Beaten.
    Invisible.
    The world taught him one rule early:
    Filth shouldn’t look up.
    When the Golden Slab descended from the sky, it gave power to those who caressed it.
    Most gained skills.
    Some gained status.
    Many gained hope.
    Zane gained something else.
    Something that was never meant to awaken.
    Something that watches before it judges.
    Something that acts only when survival is at stake.
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    It does not reward obedience.
    It grows through choices.
    And it can merge anything Zane owns…
    including his body, his instincts, and his will to survive.
    Now Zane walks a thin line between staying alive and being discovered.
    Between obeying a world that hates him
    and becoming something it must erase.
    The churches are watching.
    The crowns are stirring.
    The monsters are waking.
    And Zane is learning one terrifying truth:
    Sometimes, being chosen is worse than being powerless.
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