Zensa

After being betrayed and executed by his most trusted general, Emperor Ezra  awakens ten years in the past—inside the prison where his downfall began.

Armed with memories of betrayal and a mysterious system granting him power,  Ezra refuses to be a victim again. This time, he won’t beg for mercy. He will rewrite history.

Escaping the dungeon is just the first step. To reclaim his throne, Ezra must outmaneuver old enemies, recruit new allies, and crush the traitors before they strike.

But as he grows stronger, he realizes something terrifying—he wasn’t the only one who regressed.

The Emperor Return

We moved quickly, following the trail left by the fleeing Dreadwolf. Despite the wounds we had taken, neither of us slowed down.

The deeper we went, the more unnatural the forest became. The air felt thicker, almost suffocating. The trees weren't just twisted—they looked corrupted, their bark pulsing with dark veins, almost as if something had poisoned them.

Damon muttered, "I don't like this."

We finally reached a clearing. At its center stood an abandoned fortress, its stone walls cracked and covered in creeping vines. The wolf's tracks led straight inside.

Damon exhaled, gripping his sword. "So, what's the plan? Kick down the door and kill the bastard?"

"Too risky," I said, scanning the area. "We don't know how many men he has left. If he's desperate, he might have set more traps."

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▶ [Varian's Base – Alert Level: High]

▶ Enemies Detected: 4 (Confirmed), ??? (Unknown)]

▶ Status: Defensive Positioning Active

Four confirmed enemies. But that question mark meant there were more we couldn't see.

Damon frowned. "So? What do we do?"

I spotted a broken section of the wall. It wasn't much, but if we were careful, we could slip in without alerting the whole base.

I pointed. "There. We go in quietly. If we can take out a few guards first, we'll have the advantage."

Damon sighed. "Fine. But the moment we see Varian, I'm not holding back."

We slipped through the gap in the wall. The inside was just as ruined as the outside—broken furniture, shattered stone, dust covering everything. But there were signs of recent activity.

A fire still smoldered in the main hall. Supplies were stacked in the corners. Someone had been living here.

On a nearby table, several vials of glowing liquid sat next to aged scrolls. Some of the potions had labels, others didn't. But even without the system, I could tell these weren't ordinary.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Useful?"

▶ [Lesser Healing Potion – Restores 20% HP]

▶ [Mana Recovery Potion – Restores 30% MP]

I pocketed two of the potions and the scrolls. I didn't know what they did yet, but we'd figure it out later.

Then, voices echoed from deeper inside the base.

I gestured for Damon to move. The fight was about to begin.