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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 Mercenary Guild was loud and chaotic, filled with sellswords and bounty hunters looking for work. It was the perfect place to move unnoticed.

Kael entered quietly, his posture relaxed but his senses sharp. He had worked as a mercenary before—in another life. The guilds hadn't changed.

At the front desk, a tired officer barely looked up.

The officer slid a worn parchment forward. "Name?"

Kael paused for a fraction of a second.

The officer shrugged and stamped the document. "Fine. No rank, no privileges. Take what you can handle."

An iron badge landed on the counter. Kael took it and walked away.

He picked low-profile jobs—guard duty, deliveries, tracking lost cargo. Just enough to make money without drawing attention.

He moved like a veteran, efficient but never overperforming. No one questioned a quiet mercenary who did his job and left.

Days passed, and Kael remained a ghost in the guild. Listening. Watching. Waiting.

One night, while collecting payment, Kael overheard a conversation.

"House Veltrion's hiring mercenaries?" a sellsword muttered. "That's unusual."

Kael kept his expression blank, but his mind sharpened.

House Veltrion. A corrupt noble house. Ruthless. Discreet. And more importantly—one with ties to the Divine Order.

If they were suddenly hiring outside help, it meant something was happening.

Kael didn't need fame or reputation. He needed information.

He walked to the mission board. The job was still there.

Chapter 19: A Mercenary’s Path