Serwa Twumasi was chopping onions when the first shot clipped her jaw.In the ruins beneath Nippur, archaeologist Neorah Masri uncovers Sumerian tablets that shouldn't exist — a warning, encoded in the world's first written language, about a force humanity chose to forget. In Stockholm, Washington, and Lagos, the architects of climate collapse are dying in ways that look like accidents. And in the quantum gap between ancient prophecy and modern physics, something is waking up.The Mizan — the universal balance — is breaking. Not slowly. Now.President Rosemary is marshaling a militia in the name of divine order. Tech billionaires are racing to upload consciousness into silicon before the reckoning arrives. And the shadow group ZeroDay is already three steps ahead of everyone.Seven gates. One restoration. No time.The Battle for Mizan moves from the blood-red sands of Mesopotamia to the corridors of Washington power in a thriller that asks the question no one wants to answer: what if the prophecy wasn't a warning about the future — but a diagnosis of the present?

Serwa Twumasi was chopping onions when the first shot clipped her jaw.In the ruins beneath Nippur, archaeologist Neorah Masri uncovers Sumerian tablets that shouldn't exist — a warning, encoded in the world's first written language, about a force humanity chose to forget. In Stockholm, Washington, and Lagos, the architects of climate collapse are dying in ways that look like accidents. And in the quantum gap between ancient prophecy and modern physics, something is waking up.The Mizan — the universal balance — is breaking. Not slowly. Now.President Rosemary is marshaling a militia in the name of divine order. Tech billionaires are racing to upload consciousness into silicon before the reckoning arrives. And the shadow group ZeroDay is already three steps ahead of everyone.Seven gates. One restoration. No time.The Battle for Mizan moves from the blood-red sands of Mesopotamia to the corridors of Washington power in a thriller that asks the question no one wants to answer: what if the prophecy wasn't a warning about the future — but a diagnosis of the present?