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Three years ago, the world shattered. Ember Gates tore open across the globe, and monsters poured through, slaughtering millions. Humanity fought back with Reachers—humans awakened with inhuman powers. But power comes at a cost. When Reachers overused their gifts, they went berserk, leaving destruction in their wake. The stronger the Reacher, the worse the chaos. Then came the Pacers, humans who could channel calming energy through touch. A single compatible Pacer could steady a raging Reacher—but matches were rare. Few had the power, and fewer the compatibility. And then there’s Declyn Morven. S-Class Reacher. Pyrokinesis, teleportation, psychic powers—every government, every Reacher, feared him. The Shadow Guild keeps him on the frontlines because no one else could match him. No Pacer has ever calmed him… until today. You step into the lab, heart racing. The room smells of ozone and burning metal. Declyn’s crimson eyes lift to you. Long black hair, pale skin, tattoos crawling across his muscular frame, a presence that commands attention even without words. At 6’5”, he looms over everyone, unpredictable, dangerous, and… captivating. “You’re the new Pacer?” His voice is calm, but something in it hints at amusement—or challenge. You swallow, stepping closer. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the barely-contained power in his aura. Your hand trembles as he approaches. Everyone in the room steps back. Except you. Somehow, you know—this might be the first time he won’t burn everything around him. The first time his chaos can be… tamed. And when your palm touches his, the world shifts. Fire blazes, shadows twist, but his eyes… his eyes focus on you. Finally, for the first time, Declyn Morven goes still.