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Betrayed. Forgotten. Erased from history.

Kael Draven was once a loyal knight of the Divine Order, an elite warrior who fought in their name. But when he uncovered their darkest secrets, they silenced him—branding him a traitor and executing him without hesitation.

Yet death was not the end. An unknown force grants Kael a second chance, sending him twenty years into the past. Now, in his seventeen-year-old body, he has one goal: to bring down the Divine Order from the shadows.

Armed with knowledge of the future and a system that grants power at a deadly cost, Kael must rebuild his strength, gather allies, and navigate a world where his enemies still hold absolute control. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes—the Divine Order’s corruption runs far deeper than he ever imagined.

The world believes the Divine Order is untouchable. Kael will prove them wrong.

This time, he won’t fight for them. He will bring them to ruin.

Eclipsed monarch

Kael Draven never thought he'd die like this.

Kneeling in chains, blood dripping from his wounds, he looked up at the figures surrounding him—once his comrades, now his executioners. The grand hall of the Divine Order was cold, its towering statues of gods glaring down at him as if passing judgment.

He wasn't special. Just an elite knight who had served the Order with unwavering loyalty. He fought their wars, executed their enemies, and followed their every command without question. Until he found it—a truth buried so deep that even speaking of it meant death.

"Kael Draven, for the crime of heresy and treason, you are sentenced to death."

The Grand Inquisitor's voice was calm, emotionless. As if Kael were nothing more than an inconvenience to be erased.

Kael clenched his fists. He had expected betrayal. The moment he uncovered the forbidden knowledge, he knew they wouldn't let him live. But what burned deeper than the betrayal was the realization that none of them hesitated. The knights he bled alongside, the commanders he respected—they all stood in silence, watching as he was condemned.

He should have been furious, screaming, cursing them all. But all he felt was cold.

"You used me," Kael said, his voice hoarse. "And now you're afraid of what I know."

The Inquisitor didn't flinch. "You should have remained ignorant."

Ignorant. A blind hound serving masters who discarded him the moment he saw the truth a death sentence for knowing too much.

The paladins raised their blades. Holy light shimmered along the edges, ready to sever his head from his shoulders.

Kael exhaled slowly. If this was the end, then so be it.

The last thing he saw was their indifferent gazes as the swords came down.

An endless void stretched around Kael, a place devoid of light, warmth, or time. He should be dead. He was dead. But

The voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it filled the void, reverberating through his very being. It carried no emotion, no pity—just a cold, absolute judgment.

"You served them like a hound… and they discarded you like filth."

Kael's fingers twitched. He tried to move, but his body wasn't his anymore. He floated in the abyss, weightless, powerless.

"Do you regret it?" the voice asked.

Not just at the Order but at himself. For being blind. For believing in their lies. For letting them decide his fate.

"You glimpsed the truth… yet you were too weak to grasp it."

The words cut deeper than any sword.

That was what he had been. A mere knight, disposable, insignificant.

"But weakness can be erased. Fate can be rewritten."

For the first time, Kael felt something in the abyss—a presence. It wasn't human. It wasn't divine. It was something far greater, far darker.

"Rise, Kael Draven. If you desire vengeance… take my hand."

Then he remembered. The cold gazes. The betrayal. The steel cutting into his flesh.

And Kael Draven opened his eyes once more.

– The Forgotten Knight