by Lord Turtle the first
Eryn died beside his father. He woke in a body that wasn't his. No flesh. No blood. No heartbeat. A frame of dark alloy and mathematical light, built by an ancient engineer who'd been waiting for the right soul. The System assigned him a class he'd never heard of, stats he didn't understand, and a designation that put him outside every category he knew. Eryn-Zero. Artificer. The only Cybernit in the Labyrinth with a human consciousness and a frame of untold potential.
