The year is 3163,far into the interstellar Era, and humanity is holding on by the fingertips.
What used to be a vast interstellar dominion has crumbled into a shaky outpost called the New Facility,the last echo of the human empire that once ruled major parts of the universe. Space itself has turned wild; temporal storms split the stars apart, and folds of reality twist like torn paper. These events were created by human's insatiable desire to conquer and manipulate time and space. Somewhere in those rifts, something ancient is watching… and waiting.

Bale isn’t anyone special.
No noble blood, no record of family. Just a mouth that runs faster than his brain and a knack for surviving disasters (especially the edible kind). His biggest dream? A boring post where nobody remembers his name.

But the universe, and a single bowl of soup, have other ideas.

One mistake during a training drill drags him straight into the Vortex,a rip in time that swallows more than just ships. Now, Bale finds himself skipping across broken timelines, hunted by things that shouldn’t exist, and seeing patterns no human mind should ever see.
His body is changing. His thoughts are no longer his own.

And every answer he chases brings him closer to the truth humanity buried long ago:the fall of Eve Faction, the secret of the Riftborn, and the unseen will of Aorx, the entity that moves time like pieces on a board.

Some say he’s chosen.
Others think he’s insane.
Bale just calls it another terrible day.

Six silver-gray ships drifted through the dark, engines whispering against the silence. Their hulls carried the insignia of the Exploration Division ,a golden diamond cut by a spiral arc that glimmered faintly with each rotation.


Inside the flagship Odyssey-9, twelve crew members trudged through another uneventful survey of the Helian Belt–one of the vulnerable parts of the Vortex Frontier.


It was supposed to be ordinary. A map-and-measure mission, no surprises.


"Captain, I'm picking up a pulse," said Lieutenant Oris, his voice trembling as the data scrolled in.


"Specify," Captain Nira replied, steady as ever.


"Not gravitational. Not electromagnetic either." He hesitated. "It's... layered."


Before she could respond, the deck lights dimmed. The stars outside twisted ,as if space itself inhaled and folded.


A spiral of blue light bloomed ahead. It pulsed and moved,even breathed.


Like a storm made of thought,the vortex swelled as neural consoles crackled, spitting static and unreadable glyphs.


Then came the assaulting voices,not through comms, but inside the minds of everybody in the vortex proximity. 


Fragments. Whispers. Words that felt like someone else's memories.


As Oris screamed,his veins shimmered silver-blue beneath his skin before his body locked and went still.


Nira froze, her breath catching. For one impossible heartbeat, she saw something inside the spiral...a human-shaped silhouette...watching.


[ARCHIVE FILE 771-A // CLASSIFIED TRANSMISSION]


Recovered Source: Debris Field, Helian Belt Sector 9


Designation: Odyssey-9 (Exploration Division, New Facility)


[00:00:17] —Captain Nira to Bridge: report anomalies.


[00:00:21] —Readings spiking, ma'am. Gravity pulse.


[00:00:40] —Unclear. The vectors keep—


[00:00:44] —Captain, something's forming ahead—


[00:01:23] —A vortex? No record match. Temporal distortion off-scale.


[00:01:47] —It's inside the ship's mind-core!


[00:01:50] —Captain, it's... looking at us.


[00:02:10] —A shape. Looks... human—


[00:02:22] —Sequence incomplete… coordinates— Eve— find the—


Chapter 0 – Incident