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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 ruins stood in silence, but Kael felt the echoes of a battle that had taken place long before his time before his sealing. The knowledge burned within him now, his past unraveling like a tapestry of betrayal and lost power.

The name sent a shiver through him. Someone who had once been his equal perhaps even a disciple had turned against him. Had he trusted Aetherion? Had they fought side by side before that ultimate betrayal?

And when he did the one who had chained him in time would face judgment.

The energy from the awakening gate still crackled in the air around him, the light now dimming. Whoever had built this place had left it behind as a message a warning, or a test.

In the distance, he felt something stirring.

He turned, scanning the ruins. The Forsaken Lands had been silent for too long. Now, after his awakening, the world was taking notice.

And it was sending its first challenger.

A deep rumble echoed through the land. Dust fell from crumbling structures. A shadow moved beyond the stone pillars, something massive shifting through the remains of an empire lost to time.

Then, a voice low, guttural, ancient.

"Who dares awaken the echoes of the past?"

Kael narrowed his eyes. A figure emerged from the darkness, its shape barely humanoid.

Its body was formed from obsidian and molten gold, its veins glowing with ancient runes. A Titanborn.

Kael felt a memory stir a faint whisper from the past.

These creatures had once served him. They had knelt before the Celestial Sovereign.

But now, it stood as a challenger.

"You are not him." The Titanborn's golden eyes flickered. "And yet you wear his power."

Kael exhaled. His body still ached from the battle with the Shadeborn. His command over time was growing, but it wasn't yet stable.

But he had no intention of losing.

"Stand aside, guardian," Kael said, his voice calm but unwavering. "Or be reminded why your kind once knelt before me."

The Titanborn chuckled, a sound like grinding stone.

"Then prove you are worthy, Sovereign of Ashes."

Chapter 11: Whispers of War