This is a war-torn and devastated world. In Lunar, a cyberpunk city suspended at the end of the world, the 96% quantum resonance rate is not a talent, but the original sin engraved in the genes.
The moment the young man Eamonn Lewinster grasped the Sword of Doom, he felt that it was the first ray of scrutinizing gaze cast by the civilization of the Sowers towards the apostates, which had been buried by history.
When the giant steel wings tear apart the rusty sky, the dusk of human civilization is counting down at the frequency of quantum pulses. Deeper in the universe, the interlacing chants of the stars are loudly singing at this moment.
The gods have already closed their eyes...
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He spreads his wings of judgment...
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The flesh and blood of the stars built the throne...
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The sower reaps the ripe fruit...
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…Pinning hope on the next millennium.
When Eamon's genetic chain is completely unblocked in the Final Symphony, he will understand the true weight of the Levenst name.
Keywords: science fiction, mecha, apocalypse
