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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

Tia entered her personal quarters on the seventeenth floor of Rossheim Palace.

Out of deference to her Blessing, the Flame-blessed fireplace that was present in most of the palace's rooms had been replaced by the latest generation of gas-powered heaters, straight from Tenebrae's best manufacturer. The overhead ceiling lights were still powered by dull little Cinders, but the minute power they exuded wasn't enough to disturb her sleep.

Besides, I've dealt with worse before.

When Tia had lived with her mother in the slums of Rosweiss, Flame blessings had been everywhere. At times, the sheer presence of the Flame had caused her daily nosebleeds and constant headaches—all before she'd learned the truth about the power that rested within her soul.

"Still," she muttered, glancing around at the luxurious fittings and furniture. "I can't complain about the upgrades…"

She kicked off her boots and wiggled her toes into the plush carpet.

a confidant, a crown, a calamity.