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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

Blackbriar's promised 'safe house' for the High Table turned out to be a casino operating in the upper end of Rosweiss.

Despite the early hour of the morning, the floor was filled with patrons; the air was rich with the intoxicating aroma of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Loud calls for deals and bets rang out, assailing Tia's ears as she followed her father into the establishment.

By Sidralian law, she couldn't wager until she turned eighteen—just a few days away now—and she felt security's eyes on her keenly. Since they were deep in the heart of Flame territory, there were no Apostles on staff, but neither did she sense a particularly religious aura from the guards or patrons.

In fact, as Tia reached out with her Heavenly senses, she was surprised to find both religions intermingling freely.

the bellwether.