Char Aznable Voice

It was a very normal day for the inhabitants of planet Earth when an emotionless robotic voice resounded in every creature's mind. "Unawakened Planet#54673242 discovered" "Initiating Awakening" When mankind had finally adapted to these changes, the voice of the System rang once again. "Tutorial has ended. A war will be initiated for the ownership of Planet#54673242." Mankind fought long and hard but they were still no match for their enemies. Mankind lost. Ezekiel or Zeke as his friends knew him, was a researcher. He was one of the wisest humans and there was a spear sticking through his chest. As he was dying, he heard the System's voice. "Activation prerequisites met." "Activating Skill: Glitch???" "Remaining Uses: None" The last thing he heard before dying was, "You human vermin finally lost. This planet now belongs to the...wait! What is happening? Why is the Sys@#$%@$..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a regression novel. Also, check out my other book, Chaos Chronicles: Rise of the Cosmic Archon[Remastered] Cover by Forteller. For comissions, contact him at: maxisjay7@gmail.com

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

Wie groß muss der Reichtum einer Familie sein, die seit fünftausend Jahren vererbt wird? Manchmal weiß man erst dann, wie reich die eigene Familie wirklich ist, wenn man seine Eltern ein wenig unter Druck setzt! Erst nachdem er das fünftausendjährige Vermögen seiner Familie geerbt hatte, erkannte Zhang Menglong, dass die Freude der Reichen so einfach ist. Der Bankpräsident: "Herr Zhang, bitte, ich bitte Sie, Ihr Geld bei unserer Bank anzulegen, und Sie können den Zinssatz bestimmen!" Huaxias oberster Reicher der zweiten Generation: "Gehört Ihrer Familie die ganze Welt oder was?" Der reichste Mensch der Welt: "Ich fühle mich wie ein armer Mann!" Europäisches Königshaus: "Herr Zhang, fehlt Ihnen eine Freundin? Wenn ja, würde es Ihnen etwas ausmachen, eine zu finden? Wenn nicht, hätten Sie dann noch eine? Was halten Sie von der Prinzessin unseres Landes?" Später fand Zhang Menglong heraus, dass das College, das seine Eltern ihm hinterlassen hatten, das Beeindruckendste war. Dekan zu sein, war sogar noch schöner, als der reichste Mensch der Welt zu sein!

The cold air cut through the night as she stood frozen, watching the blade pierce his chest. His blood spilled like dark ink, staining the ground beneath them. He coughed, droplets of crimson splattering on his lips, but his gaze never wavered from hers. His eyes, filled with love, pain, and acceptance, were harder to bear than the sight of his blood. “Why are you doing this? Was my love not enough?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. The agony in his voice twisted something deep inside her. The woman in front of him held the blade with a steady hand. Her face was calm, her expression unreadable. “Your biggest mistake was meeting me.” Her voice was soft, almost a caress, but the words sliced through him like the blade in her hand. “Now, you have to pay the price.”

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

"I'm one game away from reaching the master rank! I'll do it tomorrow, though. A true gamer knows when to refresh his mind and increase his victory chances!" Adam smiled in anticipation as he went to sleep on this special day. However, he could have never imagined the surreal awakening that awaited him. "What's wrong with my voice?!"  "Claws? A tail and horns, too?" [Welcome to the demon realm. You have been selected to reincarnate as a Lord. Conquer this realm of fire and ashes, become its uncontested ruler... or die trying.] Reincarnated as an imp in the cruel demon realm, at the borders of the mythological demon Baal's territory, his life seemed doomed from the start. However, a steely glint flashed in his eyes as against all odds, he defiantly proclaimed. "No matter who decided to make me start as an imp, watch as I turn into a veritable devil. Even Baal won't hold a candle against me in the future!" Equipped with his unique talent in a world where competition raged between the reincarnated earthlings, where heroes like Heracles, Wukong, Muramasa, Achilles, Merlin, Cu Chulainn, and many others were more than forgotten legends, and where gods' and demons' dangerous schemes paved his every step, he'd prove to those realms that demons were more than the violent and deceptive creatures everyone feared. ----------------------- Welcome everyone! You can expect a mix of gods/demons from almost every pantheon (even the more obscured ones) with gods and demons like Odin, Zeus, Ishtar, The Jade Emperor, Ball, Izanagi, and many others! You can also expect travels through the mysterious abyss, Jotunheim, and soon Muspelheim, the underworld, Tartarus etc... Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :) Discord server with fan art of the most notable chars: Discord server: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp

For having broken the sacred rule, the God of Light, Luminous, is reincarnated into a world flooded with monsters and beings that should not even exist. And what exactly is the Voice of the Void? Schedule: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday

Hei Anjing is an extreme type of person. Mischievous and loves to play around with annoying people. A Devil may care attitude when in his good mood but horribly terrifying when angered. A cold hearted person with an unparalleled intelligence, who treated others as entertainment. A Nethergod who was supposed to be a Lord that governed the Netherworld as a ruler. Cruelty and Mercilessness are his nature. But despite that his heart only beats for one person. His love, feelings and obsession are for his alone. One whose memories were sealed for some reason. While the other lost his right as a lord and his soul fragments were scattered all over different worlds. Then they've met in those worlds. Bullying the heaven's beloved children and destroying the plots of the worlds creating endless chaos. With both the MC and ML having some problems in the brain and are psychopaths. Will the world end or not? "I will chase and capture you, over and over again. Imprisoning you in my embrace. Until there will be no gaps for you to escape anymore. You are my obsession and my everything." "Capture me. Find me. As long as you do, I will stay by your side until the end. There is no need for you to know what I did for you." A hellish ride of two shameless and evil people. The true meaning of their relationship was hidden within those sealed memories. An action packed journey with thrilling and full of suspense events which you wouldn't like to miss! NO ONE 17 AND UNDER. You have been warned. Credits for the Char. photo: Natalie Riverson (Pinterest)

The world ended. As Alan died, with everything around him flooding and going to ruin, he heard a voice: Imminent death of skill holder detected. Conditions met. Activating Unique Skill: Regression. Thus began his tale of infinite regression.

Hu Li Hua, a 22nd-century botanist, suddenly finds herself stranded in the world of the novel she just finished reading. Damn it! She’s destined to be cannon fodder who dies at the very beginning of the story?! No! She refuses! Her family, who doesn’t love her, is doomed to die one by one as cannon fodder for the female and male protagonists? Fine! Let them be! She’ll escape with her mother and enjoy the story from afar. Huh? But why has her family suddenly started loving her? What about the Green Tea Girl they always adored? “Miss Hu, can we get married and have a few adorable children?” In the middle of the night, a seductive man’s voice whispered softly in her ear. “What?! Marriage and kids?! No, I don’t want that! I just want to be a salted fish and enjoy my lazy life!” Little did Hu Li Hua know, not only was her Melon-Eating System shaking the Imperial Court, but… her inner thoughts could also be heard by others! Can Hu Li Hua escape her fate as cannon fodder? And can the handsome man win Hu Li Hua’s heart? (Note: “eating melon” is slang for gossiping.)

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

Are your own voices echoing in an empty room more frightening, or is it being alone in that room with loneliness itself? How did I get to this situation? How could I be so reckless? Why did everyone see my life as normal? Why is it that while I'm running to hell, there are only spectators around me? As it is stated in Surat al-Kahf: "And you will understand that you will find no refuge other than Allah.” This verse became a light in the darkness surrounding my life, and I finally realized that I had no one to take refuge from except my Lord. I have found no other refuge from him. When I said that everything was over, my great miracle was included in my life. But I'm not worthy of him, nor is this heart of mine sensible enough to understand that… I guarantee a story that you will read with bated breath... how many pieces will Merve's world be divided into? Will Furkan be able to heal his wounds, or will he deepen those wounds even more? This is the story of finding yourself, getting lost and surviving... Are you ready to step into Merve's world now?

"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head. "Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce." The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face. Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him." Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..." Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it." Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

How long can one ignore the voices in their head? Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost. The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him. ======================================= Check out my other work! Valkyrie Smash.

Beaten, broken, and left for dead in a desolate alley, 30-year-old Pedri Nicko had lost everything. Once a promising underground boxer, betrayal and tragedy left him crippled and hopeless. Certain his story was over, Pedri prepared for the cold embrace of death. But just as the darkness closed in, a mechanical voice shattered the silence. [Ding! Congratulations, host! You have been chosen by the Legendary Boxing System. Task: Complete missions to unlock rewards.] The voice promised a chance to rewrite his fate, but Pedri dismissed it as a dying hallucination. Yet, as the system’s power awakened within him, his life took a dramatic turn. Armed with the Legendary Boxing System, Pedri embarks on a journey to reclaim his strength and honor. Can he rise from the ashes and forge a legend of his own?

“Make a choice, Andrew,” she repeated, her voice quieter now but no less firm. “Choose. You can have her, or you can have me. But you can’t have both.”

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

[18+ Content Warning] Lost and alone, Ace wakes up on a mysterious bridge with no memories of who she is or how she got there. But she's not alone for long. Found by a mysterious Sidhe (Shee), an immortal creature of legend, Ace is taken to the village of The Dread, a place where the fabric of reality is woven from truth and honesty. In this strange new world, words have power - and truth is the only currency. The villagers trade in secrets and stories, and deception comes with a steep price. As Ace tries to find her place in The Dread, she must face the possibility that her memories may never return. But as she learns more about the village and its people, she starts to uncover clues about a bigger truth. Will she be able to remember her past, or will the secrets of The Dread remain a mystery? And what will she discover about this strange new world and her place in it?

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

Noah, an F-Rank Hunter, was known as the weakest Hunter in the world. To pay for his sister’s hospital bills, he risked his life by entering Dungeons. During a Dungeon raid, he was betrayed—sacrificed in a cold, dark abyss where monsters tore his body apart. As he lay on the brink of death, he heard a voice. A voice that would change his fate—from the weakest to the strongest.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

"Darkness That's the only way to explain what I see. I'm entrapped in a dark, empty void of nothingness. All I see? Darkness. All  I hear? "Isn't it lovely? All alone? Heart made of glass. My mind of stone" Singing. Singing? Wait who's singing There's a voice. A female voice. Her voice is heaven but...who is she?" Kyle's an introvert. And doesn't have many friends and doesn't get much attention. And he's fine with it. He's also fine with his parents ignoring his very existence. The only problem? Who's gonna save him when he encounters a bear? And who's gonna look for him when he's lost and unconscious in the forest. The lady of the woods. A mysterious beauty with a magical voice, residing in the forest. People from kyles town have heard of her before. The spoke tales, describing her as a siren, a succubus,  a tempting devil, and a wicked witch. What happens when you enter her territory? And what happens when Kyle wakes up in her home?

Voice: If you got Transmigrated into a world similar to the Fanfiction you are currently writing What would you do? Morrigan: I'd be over the moon. I'd be the best Mando ever! Anywhere is better than here now hand over the rest of the booze little Fairy ~Hic~ Voice: Here ya go. Morrigan: ~Glug glug glug~ ~Hic~ Huh? Oh, it was just a dream. Wait a minute... WHERE THE HELL AM I!?

David Marsh's carefree existence was disrupted when the shocking news of his classmate's attempted suicide reverberated through the school halls. As he struggled to comprehend the turmoil that had driven his classmate to such desperation, a mysterious voice echoed within David's mind. The voice, friendly and benevolent, harbored no sinister intent. Instead, it extended an unexpected request which was to pay a visit to the paranormal hospital where his classmate had been left alone. Join our discord server for fun, chill and to stay updated regarding novel. https://discord.gg/th6KWuRCRm Link for joining

The voices are not being heard as people start disappearing,but what caused this kind of outbreak to happen? Can Seraphine save the forest with her voice and save her people before it's too late? Everything starts disappearing, and the trees start to burn. People are left homeless, and many are missing, but the only one who can stop this is Seraphine. It starts off peaceful, but with a snap of a finger, things start to go bad, and no one knows what the future of fantasia will look like in the upcoming years.

In the realm of Zim, there existed a boy who had been stripped of everything he held dear—his family, his friends, and his entire clan—leaving him ensnared in the depths of despair. In this profound silence of his sorrow, he suddenly became aware of two distinct voices whispering to him, each vying for his attention. The question now loomed: which voice would he choose to heed?