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Imprisoned for seven long years in a desolate cell, Preto Joltenheim, once known as The Undead, lives a forgotten existence. Bound by chains of iron and haunted by bitter memories, his only companion is a clever white rat named Mr. Shin. While the world moves on beyond the bars that hold him, Preto sings songs of longing—remnants of a past steeped in betrayal, war, and love.

Once the heir to a mighty house, Preto’s rise to infamy began with a fateful alliance forged on a battlefield soaked in blood. Alexander Asellus, a cunning noble with a heart full of ambition, became both his closest friend and deadliest rival. Together, they dared to defy lords and kings, manipulating the tides of war and chasing the dreams of an empire. But ambition breeds betrayal, and power demands sacrifices neither man was prepared to make.

Now, as old enemies stir and forgotten oaths awaken, the shadows of the past reach for Preto. A new age of treachery and war looms on the horizon. With whispers of rebellion in the air and swords poised to carve new legends, Preto must decide—will he rise from the ashes of his captivity to reclaim his destiny, or be consumed by the ghosts of his shattered heart?

In a tale of honour and vengeance, love and ruin, the line between friend and foe blurs, and fate dances on the edge of a blade.

Daylight Saga

"Elderwood, eh?" Yogi said, his voice tinged with disdain. "That place is in open rebellion. It's been a real headache for the empire. They hide in those dense trees, you can't find 'em, but they always find you. Imperial forces have tried to flush them out more times than I can count, but they're slippery bastards. The real issue isn't just their rebellion; it's the taxes. The realm can't function without collecting taxes from all five imperial duchies. Elderwood was a big player, they paid the largest share. When they stopped paying, the emperor had no choice but to increase taxes on the other four. That's why I ended up in a financial crisis myself." Yogi chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. "I wonder how long it'll take for my brother to realize he can't pull Southenheim out of poverty. Not until they find the Gold Behemoth of Berkley, anyway."

"The Gold Behemoth of Berkley," Preto repeated with mild amusement. "That sounds more like a legend than a solution."

Yogi shrugged. "Call it what you will. But gold's gold. And desperation makes men chase myths."

Preto shifted chains clinging in his hands, his thoughts wandering before he spoke. "Meria exceeded my expectations," he admitted. "She was a strong woman. But what surprises me most is how long she's held her rebellion against Alexander."

"She may be strong," Yogi said, "but she wouldn't have lasted this long without Halfman. He's the one the emperor really needs to deal with, a cunning man, very cunning."

"You've never heard of Black Halfman?"

"Well, I don't know much about him either," Yogi admitted, "but what I do know is enough to keep me wary. He's a cripple, no lower body, but don't let that fool you. He's sharper than a blade, wears only black and is trusted by the Sisters Blackwood."

Preto tilted his head. "He wasn't there when I first met Meria eight years ago."

"Maybe not," Yogi replied, "but times change, Preto. And so do alliances. Halfman's presence has turned her rebellion into a far greater threat than Alexander ever anticipated. You'd best remember that." Yogi leaned slightly closer "Halfman may be the only ally you have who'll turn out to be truly useful."