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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

A low, guttural growl rumbled from within the carriage, deep and unnatural. The wooden frame trembled as something massive shifted inside. Then, with a deafening crash, the reinforced door burst apart, splintering into the night.

For a heartbeat, the battlefield froze.

A figure lunged from the wreckage—a twisted, monstrous thing. Its form was vaguely human, but its limbs were unnaturally elongated, and its flesh shimmered with a sickly, golden light. Divine runes burned across its skin, pulsing erratically, as if they were trying—and failing—to contain something far worse.

One of the knights reacted first, raising his sword. "Contain it! Don't let it esca—"

The creature moved with terrifying speed, claws raking across his chest. The knight's armor crumpled like paper. A wet, choking gasp escaped him before he collapsed, his body spasming violently as the golden light spread through his wounds, burning from the inside out.

The other knights hesitated. That single moment cost them everything.

The creature lunged again, cutting through them with horrifying ease. The bandits, realizing the true danger, turned to flee. Some made it into the trees. Others weren't as lucky.

Kael remained where he was, watching.

His instincts screamed at him to move, to run, to do anything but stand there. But he forced himself to observe. This was no ordinary mistake by House Veltrion. This thing was not meant to exist—and yet, here it was.

A failed experiment. A secret meant to be buried.

The Divine Order's hand was all over this.

A knight, barely alive, dragged himself toward Kael. Blood streamed from his mouth as he reached out. "D-Don't let it…" His voice broke, and his eyes burned with desperate, primal fear. "Don't let it reach the city…"

The knight's body convulsed, golden veins spreading across his skin. Within moments, he was gone, nothing but smoldering ash.

Kael exhaled slowly. This wasn't just some out-of-control beast.

A reminder of what the Divine Order was truly capable of.

His focus wasn't on the fight anymore. It was on the wreckage—the carriage itself. If this thing was important enough to be transported like this, there had to be something left behind.

Avoiding the chaos, he slipped through the battlefield, weaving between the dying and the dead.

There. Amid the shattered remains of the carriage, he spotted something—a half-burned scroll, barely clinging to the wreckage. Divine symbols marked the parchment. He didn't have time to study it here.

Then, without hesitation, he vanished into the night.

Behind him, the screams continued.

Chapter 22 – Unleashed