Prologue – “The Last Spell”

  The sky burned red.

  Ashes drifted through the air, heavy with the scent of blood and betrayal. The once-mighty capital of the southern kingdom y in ruins, razed by magic more ancient than any sword could deflect. At the heart of the broken pace stood Lucian Drelborn, the st Archmage of the old world.

  He had destroyed this kingdom himself.

  And now, he stood betrayed by the very empire he had helped rise.

  "You served your purpose, Archmage," said Caius Verentian, the Crown Prince, barely a man but already steeped in the power of darkness. Demonic sigils fred behind him, portals tearing open with shrieks of the void.

  Lucian, wounded but defiant, faced the boy who had once been his student. His ally. His downfall.

  "You'll doom the world, Caius.", lucian shouted..coughing blood from the wound on his chest .

  "No" Caius smirked "I will rule it "

  He left without even giving a look to his former dying master . Cursing under his breath " I will return Caius .....make sure of that and when that times comes even the wraith of god will pale in comparison "

  " ya ya you will but before that make sure to watch out for that dagger "

  As soon he said that lucian coughed up blood indicating that poison in the dagger has shown its result .

  In his st attempts he casted his final spell Not of destruction, not of fire , not of lightning But of TIME the most majestic of them all

  TIME ........ BEND TO MY WILL

  When he opened his eyes again, the world was silent.

  The sky was not red. The pace was not burning.

  He was in a cold dueling courtyard, on the stone floor, inside the frail, broken body of a child.

  A boy no older than ten. Bruised. Shamed. A wooden training sword y snapped beside him.

  He saw a crowd, jeering and ughing.

  “Kael lost again!”

  “Weakling! He’s not worthy of the Ardyn name !"

  A name echoed in his mind.

  Kael Ardyn. Second-youngest son of the powerful Ardyn family, rulers of the southern dominion of a rival kingdom. A boy who had just lost a public duel to his younger brother—and taken his own life in shame.

  Lucian had been reborn. Not merely into another body, but twenty years into the past—in the same kingdom he had once annihited.

  And the boy who would become his murderer, Caius, was now just a ten-year-old child in this timeline.

  Lucian slowly sat up, eyes glowing with quiet fury and resolve.

  “I destroyed this kingdom once… Now I’ll protect it. And this time, I will kill him first.”

  [END OF PROLOGUE]