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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

The underground ruins had given him power. The underground fights had sharpened his instincts. But neither was enough.

Kael stood at the entrance of the ancient ruin, the cold air brushing against his skin as he looked back one last time. The place had nearly killed him, but it had also changed him. He clenched his fist, feeling the lingering presence of the power he had taken. It wasn't fully his yet.

The system remained dormant. The abilities it granted him surfaced only when he was near death. He had no control. No mastery. If he wanted to wield them properly, he had to force them to obey him. And for that, he needed more than crumbling ruins and desperate men in a pit fight. He needed real danger.

Turning away, he made his way back toward the city.

The underground arena was suffocating, the air thick with the stench of sweat and blood.

Kael wiped his mouth, stepping away from his final match. The crowd cheered, but their voices felt distant. He had won enough, learned enough. He didn't need to waste more time here.

After collecting his earnings, he walked past the bustling fighters, gamblers, and mercenaries, ignoring the calls of those eager for more bloodshed. He wasn't here to entertain them.

The city's streets stretched before him, bathed in the flickering glow of lanterns. He had enough coin to survive, but that was meaningless now. Power was the only currency that mattered.

He turned his gaze toward the distant forests. The underground had served its purpose, but his real training would begin in the wild.

Without hesitation, he left the city behind.

Chapter 13 – Leaving the Ruins & the Arena