"Call it whatever you want. It won't answer. It won't need to. The moment you know its name, it has already found you."
The Setting: An Urban War Beneath the Stars
The City of Stars is not just a city. It is a reflection of all names that have ever been spoken. A metropolis layered with the echoes of its past selves—every building, every street, every neon sign infused with the lingering resonance of forgotten identities. Here, names are currency, and memory is the battlefield.
At its heart lies Mors—the name that should not exist, yet refuses to fade. It is the Aliemus Wound that has festered beneath the skyline, distorting reality. And now, under the shimmering light of a false constellation, the battle to claim, erase, or become it begins.
The Contenders: Name Thieves, Arcane Hackers, and Paradox Walkers
Aru, the Last Cipherwalker
He has seen the name that should not be read.His thoughts are already unraveling, rewritten by the weight of its existence.He is here not to claim it, but to unwrite it—before it consumes the city itself.
The Umbral Remnants
A faction of arcane hackers who steal names like data, rewriting identities for their own gain.They believe Mors is the ultimate exploit—the perfect name theft, one that will allow them to rewrite even the laws of magic.Their leader, Eos-Null, has already erased his own past. He is the shadow of an unmade king, and now he seeks to erase the city itself.
The Bloomed Ones
They are not people, but the echoes of those who lost their names to Mors.Fragments of forgotten thoughts, bound to the neon-lit alleyways and the whispers of the wind.They do not fight. They only watch. But if one listens too closely, their voices will become their own.
The Archivist of the Starless Record
A being who exists outside the concept of identity.Wears a coat lined with thousands of nametags, each one a soul unremembered.Does not seek to own Mors, but to catalogue its existence so that it is never forgotten.The Battle Begins: Unword War in the Neon Abyss
Aru stands atop a half-collapsed skyscraper, the skyline warping in real-time as names flicker across the glass facades. Below, the streets twist and rearrange themselves—not physically, but conceptually.
The Umbral Remnants move through the city like a virus, rewriting street names, dissolving the memories of bystanders. With every step, reality is redacted.
Eos-Null raises a gloved hand—the air distorts, and a name vanishes from the world. A person stands where a person should be, but no one remembers who they were.
"The city itself is just a book waiting to be rewritten," he says. "And we are its final editors."
Aru moves. The Aliemus Wound pulses in his mind, trying to steal his own name. But he has already seen too much. He no longer fights as himself—he fights as the absence of what he once was.
His weapon is not a blade, but a counterforce. A thought sharp enough to cut through the illusion of ownership. A paradox turned against itself.
He speaks the Unword.
The city trembles. The neon stars flicker. The Bloomed Ones begin to scream.
And in that moment, Mors is neither owned nor erased—
It is forgotten, perfectly and completely.
The war ends in silence.
The Aftermath: What Remains When Nothing is Remembered?The Umbral Remnants are gone, wiped from all records as if they never existed.Eos-Null? No one recalls his name. Not even himself.The Bloomed Ones fade, returning to the void from which they came.The Archivist closes his book, knowing that he, too, will soon forget.
And Aru?
He stands in the city that no longer remembers the war.
The City of Stars continues to shine, unaware that it was ever threatened.
But somewhere, in the farthest depths of the neon abyss, a whisper lingers.
Not a name. Not a memory.
Just an echo.
Aru exhales. He walks forward.
The past is unwritten. The story continues.