The Undertakers

: THE PULSE-DEBT The universe has a heartbeat, but on the planet Helios, they’ve turned it into a commodity. In the marble gardens of the Sovereigns, light is everything. They drink it, they wear it, and they use it to buy immortality. To be a Sovereign is to be eternal, weightless, and divine. But in the physics of greed, for one man to shine like a sun, a billion others must live in the dark. Three miles below the floating palaces sits District 9—the Slag-Pits. Here, the air is thick with the Static. It is the sound of the Siphon Towers—miles-high needles that pierce the smog to harvest the bio-electric energy of the poor. Every four seconds, the towers pulse. Thrum. Every four seconds, they pull a microscopic fraction of life from every man, woman, and child in the pits. They call it "The Harvest." We call it the "Flicker-Fade." It is the slow, methodical theft of the soul, one heartbeat at a time. By the age of thirty, most people in the pits are hollowed out—grey-skinned husks waiting for the final pulse to extinguish their spark for good. Kane is a ghost in this world of lead. A scavenger with a secret buried in his bone marrow: the power to Phase. He can slip through walls and vanish into the shadows, a descendant of an ancestral bloodline the Sovereigns spent three thousand years trying to erase. He was content to be a ghost. Until the sky broke. When a Sovereign ship malfunctions and a girl named Rhea falls from the clouds, she brings a light with her that the pits haven't seen in centuries. She is the God-Echo, a living multiplier of power. When Kane catches her, the collision of their bloodlines triggers a surge that shuts down the Siphon Towers for the first time in history. In ten seconds of silence, the people of Helios realize the truth: The gods can be unplugged. Kane and Rhea are no longer just fugitives. They are the catalyst for a burial three millennia in the making. They are the ones who will navigate the "Clot-Space," outrun the "Needle Ships," and face the immortal ancestor waiting in the sun. The Harvest is over. It’s time to bury the gods.

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