In the ravaged streets of New Eden, the remnants of a once-great city stood as a grim reminder of the devastation that had been wrought. The sound of gunfire still echoed through the desolate air, but it was no longer the cacophony of chaos that it once was. Instead, the sporadic shots were a mere punctuation mark to the rhythmic hum of machinery, a sinister buzz that filled the lungs with dust and despair.

Ava stumbled through the ruins, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of safety. Her brother, Max, had been taken by the regime, and she was convinced that he still lived. The soldiers, with their brutal efficiency and calculating coldness, had burrowed deep into the city, searching for the last remaining pockets of resistance. Ava knew that if she was caught, she would be taken, too – her spark, her essence, extinguished like a flame in a storm.

She rounded a corner, her eyes locking onto a small, makeshift shelter. Smoke billowed from a chimney, casting a curl of smoke into the air. Ava’s heart skipped a beat as she approached, her hand instinctively reaching for the hidden knife at her waist. What she found inside was unexpected, yet strangely familiar. And in that moment, as the world spun out of control, Ava’s spark reignited – a flame that would ignite the fires of resistance, and perhaps, just perhaps, bring an end to the eternal spark bang of war.