The Last Spark of Oros

They say no one survives a Spark for more than seven days. I wasn’t supposed to prove them wrong. I was a scav. A nobody. I lived in the shadows of gods and fed on what they left behind. Then one of them died… and made sure I didn’t stay human. Now something is burning inside me. It lets me tear through walls. Kill without effort. See things I shouldn’t. It’s killing me. They say there’s a cure for the Silent Forge. But the closer I get, the more I realize something isn’t right. The hunters aren’t just trying to stop me. They’re waiting for me. Because the truth is. This power was never meant to save me. It was meant to finish something.