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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

A hurricane of Flame and Deepshadow roared in the confines of the hallway.

Sheetrock tore off in jagged junks of powder and plaster, while timber furniture was shredded into inch-long splinters. A maelstrom of smoky darkness and blazing fire whirled through the hallway, carving away the battlefield until Lynn and Damian were fighting on nothing but bare concrete.

Sweat poured down Lynn's brow as she narrowly avoided Damian's strikes.

He attacked wildly, a wicked smile carved across his face, cackling as he darted under blade, using his heretical Blessings to drive her back. With her longsword, she deflected the strikes from his Deep-born blade, shadow slamming into Flame and fizzling out with a screech.

Damian lunged for her throat and she threw up an Angelic Shield, but his strength with the Flame easily overpowered her own conviction. The interlocked feathers shattered beneath the superior force, coming apart in a flurry of embers.

the symphony of a god.