I used to believe I was here to save them. Earth was my home, humanity my people. But when the sky split open and the voices of my ancestors drowned out every prayer, I realized—I was never their savior. I’m the first sign of the end. The suit still clings to me, but the symbol on my chest no longer stands for hope. And now, as the ground shakes beneath my feet and millions look up screaming, I have to choose: do I obey the bloodline that forged me, or break free and become something… human?