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Betrayed. Abandoned. Reborn.

Adrian Blackwood, a genius physicist from Earth, meets an untimely death—only to awaken in an unfamiliar world of swords, magic, and celestial beings. But he’s not just any ordinary reborn soul. He now inhabits the body of Kael Draven, the exiled prince of a fallen empire, left for dead in a world that thrives on power.

However, Adrian isn’t defenseless. A mysterious force has granted him the Authority of the Celestial Sovereign, allowing him to bend the very fabric of reality—time, space, and even magic itself. But great power attracts great enemies. Ancient sects, god-like entities, and ruthless warlords seek to control or destroy him.
Determined to carve his own destiny, Adrian—now Kael—sets out to reclaim his lost honor, unravel the secrets of his rebirth, and ascend beyond the limits of this world. But as he grows stronger, he realizes that his arrival was no accident.

Something beyond the gods is watching. And they fear what he will become.
A tale of rebirth, power, and cosmic fate begins.

Reborn as the celestial God

The ruined landscape blurred around him as he pushed his enhanced body to its limits. His wounds throbbed, but he ignored the pain he had no choice. The Shadeborn were not ordinary assassins. They were predators. Hunters of anomalies.

And now, they had marked him as prey.

Above, the night sky loomed, the shattered moon casting eerie silver light across the Forsaken Lands. Behind him, the whispers of the Shadeborn slithered through the air.

"You cannot outrun fate, Celestial Sovereign."

Up ahead, a massive stone bridge stretched over a ravine ancient, crumbling, yet still standing. If he could cross it, he might find cover among the denser ruins beyond.

He sprinted toward it, muscles burning.

A Shadeborn materialized in front of him, rising from the ground like living smoke. Another appeared on the bridge itself, blocking his path.

Kael skidded to a stop, eyes darting between them.

More emerged. From the ruins, from the dark corners of reality itself. Six in total.

"No more running." The leader's violet eyes glowed, its blade humming with dark energy.

Kael's chest heaved. He had barely recovered from his last attempt at using Temporal Grasp. If he tried to stop time again, his body might not handle the strain.

He reached deep, beyond the exhaustion, beyond the pain. Into the part of himself that had been sealed away.

He could feel it a lock, something buried in his soul, holding back what he truly was.

The world twisted around him, the very fabric of time shuddering as his presence disrupted reality itself.

The Shadeborn reacted instantly, sensing the shift.

Kael's eyes snapped open, now burning with an unnatural silver glow.

The first Shadeborn lunged Kael was already behind him.

Another struck from the side Kael twisted time, turning a second into an eternity, dodging effortlessly.

He wasn't just slowing time anymore.

For the first time, he understood. The Celestial Sovereign did not command time.

The realization sent a thrill through him. His exhaustion vanished, replaced by raw energy. The Shadeborn, once blurs of motion, now seemed predictable. Slow.

He grabbed the wrist of one assassin mid-attack and willed time to reverse.

For a fraction of a second, the Shadeborn's body rewound its own blade sinking into its chest. It barely had time to react before collapsing.

The others hesitated. Kael smirked.

The remaining assassins vanished into the darkness.

Not fleeing. Regrouping. Watching.

Kael let them go. His vision blurred slightly, the strain catching up to him. He had pushed past a barrier tonight.

But something told him this was only the beginning.

The Shadeborn had tried to erase him from existence.

Now, the world would know he had returned.

Chapter 8: The Hunt Begins