Threads of the Undefined

For forty-three years, the System has governed the world without a single mistake. Every human gets a class. A rank. A place. Not one exception. Not one error. Until Soru Mael turned eighteen. [ERROR — DATA CORRUPTED][CLASS: UNDEFINED] No class. No rank. No place in the order of things. They told him it was an anomaly. They told him it happens sometimes. They were wrong about what it means. Because somewhere on the other side of the world, something just tore open the sky. And the System — for the first time in forty-three years — has no answer. Neither does anyone else. Except maybe the one it never managed to classify. [ CORE 1/7: 0.003% ] The System built this new world. Something is about to wake up inside him. And the world will never be the same.