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“You can bring back everyone you’ve lost. It will only cost your sanity.”

The king is dead, murdered by an interloper from the future—a manic copy of his own son, hellbent on forcibly reversing a disastrous timeline. The true Damian Roswald—a hedonistic crown prince bereft of magical talent—finds his comfortable life upended by his father’s murder and assassins from his own future.

“There are none left who can judge us, so we must be our own executioner. That is the cursed fate of those few named Damian Roswald.” 

With politicians plotting his demise, his royal cousins scheming for the empty throne, and warring churches tearing the grieving city apart, Damian must accept the tragedy of his countless futures—or else, find himself doomed to repeat them. But can a mere mortal decide their own fate in a world governed by almighty angels? 

“Find me, Damian Roswald. And I’ll tell you why the stars fell.”

For three centuries, even the wisest men have accepted that the night sky was once populated by ‘stars’—until a terrible calamity plunged mankind into a Dark Age. From the darkness, the Roswalds rose to power, but few know that the first crown was forged with the blood of a slaughtered god…

Damian must endure countless tragedies and the consequences of his own future actions to reach the peace he desires—but could the true threat be hiding not in his future, but in his own distant past?

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A Thread of Broken Fate

Lynn staggered, blood tracing an arc through the air.

Her composure shattered and her sword vanished into dancing embers, the blazing wall of Flame dissipating into a hazy mirage of latent heat.

She collapsed to one knee, gasping for breath, one hand on her chest. Crimson bloomed across her white shirt, and Damian saw her hand come away from her breast, sticky and red.

"You son of a bitch," Damian snarled, rounding on Cardinal. He found his feet in an instant, and marched forward to confront his other self. "She has nothing to do with this fight—leave her out of this!"

"That's rich, coming from you," Cardinal sneered. His upper lip curled in disgust. "You can stand there and spout all the pretty words you want, but you're such a damned fool, you know that?"

"You think I need you to tell me that?!"

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