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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 by the smoldering remains of the bandit camp, studying the stolen map. The markings were crude but clear—routes, hideouts, and names scribbled in rushed handwriting.

A mercenary captain known for selling his services to the highest bidder, no matter how vile the cause. Kael had encountered his type in his past life—opportunists who thrived in chaos, preying on the weak under the guise of professionalism.

Kael traced a path with his finger. Rogan's group was stationed a few days' travel away, near an abandoned fort. If he wanted a real challenge, this was it.

The journey was uneventful, but Kael welcomed the quiet. He used the time to test his limits, refining his movements, sharpening his instincts. His past life had given him knowledge, but his body was still catching up.

By the third night, he reached the outskirts of the fort.

The structure was old, its walls crumbling in places, but still defensible. A fire burned at the center of the courtyard, and several mercenaries moved about—laughing, drinking, maintaining weapons.

More than the bandits, but better trained. He needed a different approach.

He waited until deep into the night.

The moment the guards changed shifts, Kael scaled the outer wall, slipping into the shadows of the fort. His first target—a lone sentry watching the eastern approach.

Silent steps. A hand over the mouth. A blade through the throat.

Kael moved quickly, taking down two more before the first alarm was raised.

He used the chaos, striking from the darkness, weaving through the confusion like a ghost. A sword swung inches from his face—he ducked, driving his dagger into the attacker's ribs before twisting it free.

The mercenary captain stood his ground, a broad sword resting on his shoulder. His stance was firm, his breathing steady. Unlike the others, he wasn't panicking.

"So, you're the one hunting my men," Rogan mused. "I was wondering when we'd cross paths."

"You're skilled, I'll give you that," Rogan continued. "But you're reckless. You think because you can kill a few bandits and mercs, you're unstoppable?"

Steel clashed against steel as their weapons met. Rogan was strong—his blows carried weight, forcing Kael to move with precision. One mistake, and he'd be dead.

He read the man's movements, predicting his strikes, countering with ruthless efficiency. The duel was fast, brutal—until Kael found an opening.

A feint. A sidestep. A dagger plunged deep into Rogan's gut.

The mercenary gasped, dropping his sword.

Kael held his gaze as the life faded from his eyes.

As dawn broke, Kael searched the fort for anything useful. Weapons, supplies… information.

A sealed letter addressed to a noble house.

Kael opened it, his eyes narrowing as he read.

One that detailed a job—one that involved the Divine Order.

Chapter 17 – The Hunt Continues