RealmWeaver

The world ended, and from its ashes, a new society rose. One where strength was law, and the weak were nothing more than dust beneath the feet of the powerful.

Malakai Von Sanguine was meant to be great, a direct descendant of one of the grand families of the dome, the Sanguine Clan. But at seven, he lost everything: his parents, his future, and his ability to evolve. Branded as worthless, his life became a living hell, forced to survive in a world where the unevolved were walking corpses.

But fate wasn’t done with him yet.

One fateful encounter changed everything.

He evolved.

What he acquired was something far beyond the limits of his clan, something most wouldn’t believe possible. A power that defied the very laws that governed their new society.

Now, there is only one goal: revenge.

The people who took everything from him… he will hunt them to the ends of the earth. He will burn their names from history and carve his vengeance into their very bones.

No mercy. No forgiveness. No escape.

They will die screaming.

Or he will die trying.
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Evolution of the Ruined Heir

"I'm sorry, Ninth Vein, but I don't know. But if I had to guess, there's something stopping them. Possibly a resource?"

"Marrow Dust," Malakai suddenly said. "Have you heard of it before?"

Whiteshade's eyes widened slightly, as though surprised to hear that name.

He paused slightly and glanced around, making sure no one was watching.

"Yes," he nodded after a second. "The berserker drug is what people are calling it," he said. "I'm still trying to find out its origins, but I'm suspecting the Murkroot Hollow. Many of the contenders in my fighting ring started using it a while ago. But I banned it."

"Why?" If it granted strength, then Whiteshade's fighters would be able to give a better show. He couldn't understand why he would ban it.

"Because it's dangerous, Ninth Vein. Addictive too. I've lost many fighters due to overuse already."

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