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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 air vibrated with unseen energy. The ruins around Kael, once lifeless stone, now hummed with an ancient resonance. The Titanborn remained kneeling, its molten veins pulsing in rhythm with the shifting forces.

Something far beyond this place had awakened.

Kael's breath was steady, but his mind burned with questions. He had regained fragments of his past, glimpses of his lost power. Yet, the answers only led to more mysteries.

What had he been before his erasure? A ruler? A tyrant? A god?

And if he had once commanded time itself, then who or what had possessed the power to seal him away?

A gust of wind swept through the ruins, carrying with it a whisper.

Kael's eyes snapped toward the source a distortion in the air.

Like the edge of reality itself was fraying.

The Titanborn's molten gaze flickered toward it. "The seal is breaking faster than expected."

"Not yours. Another." The Titanborn's massive hand gestured toward the disturbance. "You were not the only one imprisoned, Sovereign."

The words sent a chill through Kael.

Before he could speak, the distortion ripped open.

A jagged tear in space itself, as if reality had been slashed apart by an unseen force. A swirling abyss, lined with fragmented time, glowing silver and black.

And from within it a figure stepped forward.

The moment the figure emerged, the very air shifted.

The temperature dropped. The weight of centuries pressed down upon the land.

Kael's pulse slowed. His vision flickered not just seeing the present, but echoes of the past overlapping reality.

Older than the ruins. Older than the Shadeborn.

The figure was clad in obsidian armor, runes of forgotten gods carved into its surface. Its face was hidden behind a mask, half-cracked, revealing a glimpse of hollow silver eyes.

The figure stood silent for a long moment. Then, when it spoke, its voice was like a blade scraping across eternity.

Kael felt something a pull in his chest. The feeling of something long lost.

"You were not the only Sovereign."

The words hit Kael harder than any battle.

The masked figure tilted its head. Watching. Weighing.

And the world collapsed around them.

Chapter 13: The Doors of Eternity