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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

Light and heat surged from Damian's body.

Andrew Lombrass—the Devil of the Deep—was thrown back, howling as tongues of flame lashed at his beastly skin. Chunks of inky flesh sloughed off his arms and chest, revealing white bone and pulsating organs blackened by the inky corruption of the Deep.

The wounds across Damian's chest healed as new power flooded through his body. His skin knitted over the gashes and scrapes, and even the white scars he'd sustained fighting Cardinal returned to their original smooth texture.

Chains of fire burst from Damian's limbs, smashing into the marble floor and pillars. Chunks of stone came raining down along with loose fragments of glass, and the roof finally caved in, bringing down pieces of burning timber and scorching-hot ceramic tiles.

Each of the chains coalesced into a weapon, surrounding Damian with blazing swords, spears, and daggers.

our hearts in pieces.