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In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra."

Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life.

Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury.

Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty!

With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

Ascension Of The Villain

Vyan froze for a moment as the whisper slithered through his mind like smoke laced with caution.

His eyes snapped wide, wine-red irises flashing with a flicker of rage. "Don't do what?"

"Don't go into the past and try to change it."

A bitter laugh escaped him. It echoed in the stillness around him like a mockery of hope.

"Oh, now you speak?" he snarled. "Now you decide to grace me with your divine wisdom? I've been calling for you—begging—for days. Screaming into the void, into the church, while time slipped through my fingers like sand and nothing changed. And suddenly, here you are... just because I'm doing something forbidden?"

Price of A Heartbeat