I've Watched My Daughter Die Eleven Times. Not Again.
Eleven times, Daniel Cross has buried his daughter.
Eleven times, the world has snapped back to the same morning. The day
the System picked him. The day the countdown started ticking toward the
Last Descent, when every Gate on Earth ruptures at once and the sky
comes down.
He always wakes up the same. Thirty-four. F-grade. A Custodian, the
junk class nobody picks, the one that only grows teeth when there's
someone behind him worth dying for.
And he always wakes up with the one thing no one else has. Memory.
Eleven runs of it. Every Gate, every monster, every traitor, mapped
like a walkthrough only he can read.
It should be enough. It never is.
Because the second he changes the script, the script fights back. His
map goes dark exactly where he touched it. And his daughter, six years
old, fearless, with no clue what her father is, keeps walking toward
the one place the future says she dies.
He doesn't want to save the world. He never did.
He has eleven years to get one little girl to seventeen.
[ Days until the Last Descent: 4,015 ]
[ Charge: Nora Cross. Status: alive. ]
Not this time. Not again.
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