And the force commanded the barren land to sprout life—but what rose from the dust was not innocent. Twisted roots clawed upward, birthing flora with veins of black ichor, each bearing seed that remembered the dark.

In a move that defies both ethics and sanity, a controversial biotech startup known as Moral Meats has begun commercial production of lab-grown human flesh, marketing it as a “humane alternative” for potential serial killers, incarcerated cannibals, and indigenous tribes with a taste for human meat. The company’s founder, Dr. Victor Graine, insists that the product—billed as “SustainaFlesh”—could revolutionize crime prevention by satisfying violent cravings without requiring

“The truth is not inconvenient. It is impertinent. And that is why they fear it.” In the year 2594, Earth is a world of even starker divisions—towering Sky-Citadels house the elite, while sprawling subterranean slums trap the abandoned masses. The ruling class, engineered for intellectual and genetic superiority, dictate the course of civilization from their ivory towers, rewriting history with each passing century. Among them stands the illustrious House of Vexen, an aristoc