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"In a universe where fate dictates all, a young outcast rises from the ashes of betrayal. Haneul, once the abandoned son of a powerful sect, returns after twenty years with powers that defy time itself. As war erupts between sects and an ancient evil stirs, he must uncover the truth behind his past, challenge the Outer Gods, and carve his own destiny. But the cost of defying fate is greater than he ever imagined..."

The Riftborn Heir

The air in Murim was tense. Whispers of Haneul's return had spread like wildfire, and the power balance was beginning to shift. The Three Great Powers—the Heavenly Sect, the Demonic Sect, and the Golden Sect—were all forced to acknowledge that a storm was coming.

Inside the Golden Sect's hidden council chamber, an emergency meeting was being held. The sect elders sat in a circular formation, their expressions dark. Elder Jinhai tapped his fingers on the table, irritation evident in his sharp gaze.

"It's him, isn't it?" one of the elders muttered.

"Haneul. The one we failed to kill twenty years ago."

Jinhai nodded grimly. "There's no doubt. And if he's back, that means he's not the same boy we tried to erase."

A chilling silence followed. They had underestimated him once. They could not afford to do so again.

"We must act before he gathers more strength," another elder said.

Jinhai exhaled slowly, a knowing smirk forming. "Let the Demonic Sect make the first move. They won't be able to resist the chance to test him."

Meanwhile, deep in the Black Abyss, where the Demonic Sect resided, a different kind of meeting was taking place. Lord Baek Mu-Sung, the leader of the Demonic Sect, leaned forward on his throne.

"Interesting. The ghost of the past has returned." His voice carried a mix of amusement and intrigue.

Standing before him was Elder Kael, a ruthless warrior known for his ability to sniff out weakness.

"Shall we move against him?" Kael asked, eyes glinting with hunger.

Mu-Sung chuckled. "Not yet. I want to see him for myself first." He leaned back, rubbing his chin. "Send an observer. If he truly is a threat… we'll either kill him or recruit him."

Kael bowed, vanishing into the shadows. The Demonic Sect would make their move soon.

Far from the political games, Haneul stood on a mountain ridge, gazing at the lands below. He could feel it—the world was shifting, forces were aligning.

A faint smirk played on his lips. "They're watching. Good. Let them."

With a final glance at the horizon, he turned, vanishing into the mist.

Arc 2 Chapter 12