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When 99.7% of humanity awakened, their suppressed selves became Dominions, supernatural powers shaped by their deepest secrets.
    The guilty burn. The wrathful shatter. The broken heal.
    Ash got nothing. No power. No rank. Three years as the only Null in the world's most elite academy for the Awakened, surviving through a talent so practiced it became reflex: become whatever the room needs, and feel nothing in the gap between performances.
    Then a bully corners him and asks: what are you even hoping for?
    The void inside Ash doesn't break. It opens.
    [ Ding! ]
    [ Extraction Successful. ]
    [ You have extracted the D-Rank Physique: Tyrant's Frame ]
    Oblivion, his new dominion pulls him inside another person's psyche and forces him to fight the thing they've spent their life running from. Every abilty he takes has a face attached to it. Every Ding costs someone something they'll never get back.
    The hunger doesn't quiet. It doubles. It was always there.