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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 crouched atop a rocky outcrop, the cold night air brushing against his skin. Below him stretched a dense expanse of forest, the kind that swallowed men whole if they wandered too far from the beaten path. He scanned the darkness, eyes sharp, breath steady.

For days, he had trained relentlessly—sharpening his instincts, honing his control over his movements, and testing the limits of his endurance. But training alone wasn't enough. Real battles weren't fought against trees and shadows. They were fought against living, breathing enemies—ones that could adapt, retaliate, and kill.

Kael adjusted the worn leather bracer on his wrist and descended from the rocks, slipping into the treeline. He moved without a sound, his steps carefully measured. The underground fights had shown him the difference between theory and reality—he had won some, lost some, and nearly died more times than he could count. Now, he needed to push further.

His first targets were beasts—predators lurking in the depths of the forest. Wolves, dire boars, and worse things that prowled when the moon was high. It didn't take long before he found signs of movement—tracks, claw marks on tree bark, remnants of an unfinished meal.

Kael gripped his dagger tightly and pressed forward. The night belonged to hunters, but he intended to prove that he was the deadliest among them.

Kael's first real kill came faster than expected. A lone wolf, larger than any normal breed, prowled ahead of him, sniffing the air cautiously. It hadn't noticed him yet. Kael tightened his grip, waiting for the right moment.

His blade cut through the air, striking true. The wolf barely had time to react before its throat was slit, a sharp gasp escaping its lungs. It staggered, then collapsed.

Kael exhaled. He didn't revel in the kill, nor did he hesitate. He simply moved on.

As the night deepened, he faced more opposition. A pack of wolves forced him into a corner, their eyes gleaming with hunger. He fought them off, using every ounce of his strength and skill. Cuts formed along his arms, but he endured. When the last wolf fell, he stood over the bodies, breath ragged, heart pounding.

He was getting stronger. But it still wasn't enough.

Chapter 15 – The Hunt Begins