Lifefire

In the footage that cracked the veil, there was no music. Only wind—howling over broken steel and scorched earth—as a boy stood alone in the crater where a city should have been.

His name was Rohan Brownings. Age: 19. Codename:Absorber.

He was never supposed to be seen.

But there he was, his outline flickering like a dying sun, arms raised to the heavens as a mushroom cloud collapsed inward—not exploding, but folding into his chest. He screamed. Not out of fear. Not from pain. But fromtranscendence.

Some said he became a god in that moment. Others said he died saving the planet. Only the ones who stood beside him knew the truth.

That day, the world learned of Stellar Soldiers.

They called it the Dawn of Stellars.

The footage was hacked, leaked, and downloaded over seventeen billion times in the first month. The World Government called it fake, a deepfake, a terrorist illusion—until the next city burned, and the skies cracked open above Xianghe.

Then came the fear. The riots. The armies who wanted powers of their own. The rush for supremacy. Countries didn't fall. Theyadapted.

They always do.

But this story doesn’t begin with Rohan.

It begins with the boy he died for.

Nilo Finnegan. Age: 18. Rank: Four-Star Stellar Soldier. Codename: Lifefire.

And back then, he still thought he was ordinary.

"Born in secret. Forged in war. Lit by the fire of the stars."