A young man named Jason Hiro is depressed and feels as if his life is aimless, thus he volunteers to enter a cryogenics program so his body will at least be useful for science. He wakes up 100,000 years in the future, only to discover that humanity has gone nearly extinct, the humans who remain are all slaves, and the slave masters are the Demons. Humans are nothing more than chattel for their new overlords.
Demons now rule the galaxy, but Jason discovers he has a unique power called Wordsmithing, a magic which descends from the legends of King Arthur and Solomon, one that can rewrite the fabric of reality based on his imagination and cast by speaking a single Word of Power. Will Jason be able to uplift and save humanity? Or will the forces of evil prove too powerful to overcome?
Tarus II, the Eastern Front. Zamiel, the older but shorter of the Battle Brothers, raises his fists and grits his teeth. His opponent, Kar, the Sphinx, casually strolls toward him with a huge smile on his gator-face. Behind Kar, the Wordsmith stands casually, his arms crossed and a relaxed expression on his face. The Wordsmith…
Mara, the Baron of Games, motions with her hands to ‘draw’ a magical Tarot card out of thin air by flourishing her fingers. Her electricity-imbued wolf rampages before her, frying the nanites off every troopers’ body. Each time the wolf howls, multiple bolts of lightning fire from its mouth and arc off its tail to…
"Inspect. Locate. Teleport!" With three words, I determine the position of the nearest spaceship, scout out its interior, and warp my body to an empty spot inside. I arrive within the spotless confines of the Volgrim vessel. Its purple-colored walls gleam with an alien vibe I’ve never witnessed in all my years. Strange inky-black orbs…
I open my eyes to a world of dancing spots and sparkles. My vision, blurry and scattered, makes it difficult for me to see anything more than a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns. After what feels like an eternity, my vision and hearing creep back into place, just in time to hear a familiar voice….
Phoebe Hiro, commander of the Tarus II Resistance, jumps out of the back of her APC as it screeches to a halt at the backlines of the Eastern Front. To the east, dozens and dozens of powerful tripod cannons stand with their three legs embedded into the dirt. Their long barrels fire artillery at the…
"Commander Hiro! Are you alright?" Phoebe awakens to find a pair of exosuit-wearing soldiers standing over her. One of them props up the back of her head, allowing her to cough out a few words. "Kah! Ugh… yeah. I don’t know. Maybe. What happened?" "Your ship got shot down, Commander," The soldier on her right…
First Day: Second Hour. Mephisto darts out of the ground and zips through the Tarus II warpgate with hatred burning in his eyes. Thanks to the undead flooding through Tarus II’s portal, his disappearance goes unnoticed from the battlefield. His minions continue to flood out of the two Death Gates located inside the Labyrinth, as…
First Day: First Hour. The darkness of night grows ever omnipresent within the warpgate encampment. Mephisto orders his undead to smash and destroy the lights around themselves while they rampage, causing the terrifying swarms of rotted flesh and bones to melt together in the darkness, making it difficult for the humans to distinguish them from…
A gigantic undead Gate Troll, twenty-five feet tall, with beady little sunken-in eyes and a small head compared to its body, climbs through the portal to Tarus II. Its presence temporarily stymies the flow of Mephisto’s deathless minions, since they can’t get past its bulky frame. As it exits the portal and emerges on Tarus…
The chill of the night-time wind sweeps across Tarus II’s surface. Strange, monstrous beasts hover in the sky, their pill-shaped bodies floating through the air without wings. These creatures, beasts which evolved on Tarus II, travel in packs, allowing vast numbers of sky-bound bugs to float into their open mouths. Known as cloud-beasts, they offer…
