In the history of the Infection, the hunger is absolute. Once the virus takes hold, the human is gone. Or so they thought.
When the walls fell and the city was overrun, Dante died fighting. Infected and cornered, with the virus screaming at him to devour his own sister, he did the impossible, he defied the virus. He chose death over the hunger, his heart bursting from the sheer strain of defying his own biology.
Dante wakes up three days later with cold gray skin, black eyes, and a System that refuses to let him rest. He is a Divergent, a glitch in the biological code, possessing the body of a monster but the soul of a man.
Dante isn’t a hero. He isn’t here to rescue the survivors or reclaim the city for humanity. In a cruel world where humans want to dissect him and zombies want to consume him, he realizes that survival isn't enough. Mercy is a weakness and power is the only law.
From the shadows, he begins to build an unholy Kingdom of Wire-Walkers, an army of the dead bound to his will. He will burn the world down if that’s what it takes to keep his freedom.
Because he refused to let his humanity die, his existence has split. He now wields Two Soul Cores, granting him dominion over two catastrophic abilities instead of the usual one.
But great power comes with a great price.
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To cut flesh is to feel the wound. To kill is to die.
Every limb he severs, he feels the pain of the severed limb. Every life he snuffs out forces him to relive the victim's final, crushing terror.
It is the ultimate check on his cruelty.
Dante must become the King of the Living and the Dead to save the only family he has left. But to win the war, he will have to endure the agony of a thousand deaths.