From a galaxy far, but not too far away...

ENDUREA was a world that gave. Forests that breathed light. Rivers warm enough to heal. Fruit so thick on the branches no one had to reach far. Its beings — tall, sharp-eyed, built from something closer to starlight than flesh — lived in a kind of peace most galaxies never get to know.

Then 2031 hit. The Ascension Event cracked something open deep in the core of the planet. Raw power bled up through the soil, the water, the air. Thousands of ENDUREANS woke up changed — denser bones, burning blood, minds split wide to forces their bodies were never shaped for.

Energy that answered to thought. Gravity that bent at a whisper. Time that stuttered when the fear got bad enough. But ENDUREA kept its oldest law: nothing here lives forever.

Strong enough to crack moons — and still bled when cut. The colonies called them Mortal Superheroes, and the name stuck because it was true in the worst way. Not all of them came back right. Some turned dark, moving through ENDUREA's green valleys like a sickness, killing the orchards, choking the rivers, going quiet.

The CYMBIOTIK Protocol went live. Find the ones still thinking straight. Train them. Band them together. Because the only thing that ever kept ENDUREA alive was its beings looking out for each other.

That's you. Fresh. Untested. Abilities buzzing under your skin like a second pulse you can't control yet. But you're not alone out here. The corrupted move fast — so you move faster, and you move together.

Welcome to ENDUREA. Where we fly together.

— END TRANSMISSION —