Benjamin-Joshua hates his life. His family, or more appropriately, his sham-of-a-family/shamily despise him.

His peers think the world would be better off if he were dead. And he cannot escape the spectre of the Incident—the fateful day that changed his life forevermore and saw the end of someone else’s.

Then one day, he providentially enters Angoria; a world that has been usurped by a one-to-one-scale copy subdivided by blockades and overrun with fearsome monstrous wardens, whose inhabitants have been cursed to relive the same torturous day on a loop for centuries by three wicked mages who purport that Angoria stands on the brink of the Apocalypse. Yet Angoria’s plight might just offer the young, unimpressive nobody a chance at finding purpose and redemption… if he does not sound the planet’s death knell first.

For the prophesied Triumvirate are coming—three nameless, faceless, merciless machines bred for war: Skylar, the Mex Confetricus and the Pretender, whose sole purpose is to usher in the End of Days and make history end. This is not a story about good conquering evil, protagonists finding true love, victims forgiving victimisers, and the rewarding of the virtuous with a respective happy ending.

This is a story about the fine line between destiny, self-preservation, and revenge. And no-one can be trusted.

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