Three centuries before my birth, an interdimensional invasion shattered reality itself. The Eternals—a conquering race from beyond—didn't merely occupy our universe; they enslaved it. Their strategy was brutally efficient: harvest souls from the fallen, bind them into phantom constructs, and weaponize them to corrupt beasts into monstrous Abominations. The dead became the architects of our doom. I emerged into this ravaged world as a restless force of nature—a guy incapable of stillness, perpetually crackling with barely contained energy. When my Talent awakened, everything changed. Generator. A gift that made exhaustion a foreign concept. Boundless stamina coursing through supercharged muscles. Accelerated healing that defied biology. I became a living battery, endlessly replenished. The universe demanded endless war. I was built to answer that demand. I never sought heroism—never needed the title. But when the Eternals consumed my parents' souls, the conflict transformed from distant obligation into personal vendetta. Their invasion became my fight. Every ounce of my inexhaustible power would be deployed against them. The Eternals had no idea what they'd unleashed: a man with infinite energy and everything to avenge.