Ether Flows

The Sovereign Empire's power was a lie. Brutally trained from birth to be a Sovereign Elite, Azrael instead finds himself a prisoner — not even eight years old, abandoned on Tech Duinn, a prison planet built for blood sport. Without system access, Azrael must keep his identity secret. If people learn his last name, he will wake up in the arena — if he wakes up at all. The praise of the bloody mob in the Arena Pit Dungeon is the only thing keeping him alive. He lives only because of applause. Others will die for it. Death or escape is the only way out.

After the Wolfman nation is shattered, Jaxon has enough spare time to advance his skills and specialize into a better class. With his teammates either incapacitated or on a mission he does not believe in, the misunderstood chiropractor-turned-gamer strikes out on his own. The problem with creating your own path is that you never know what awaits — especially when low charisma guarantees legendary misunderstandings. For Jaxon, that is half the fun.