The aftermath of cosmic devastation had birthed something unprecedented—a generation that knew only the taste of ash and the weight of extinction breathing down their necks. In the fractured remnants of what once was reality, new forms of consciousness emerged from the primordial soup of collapsed dimensions, each carrying within them the desperate ingenuity of survival.
Neo-Sovereignty sprawled across seventeen disconnected reality fragments, its borders defined not by physical space but by the concentration of conscious will. Here, where the laws of physics bent like heated metal, civilizations arose that would have been impossible in the ordered cosmos of before. They were children of chaos, born from the marriage of necessity and impossibility.
