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

The voices grew louder. Two men, maybe more, were stationed in the next room. Their conversation was muffled, but I caught enough.

"…still haven't returned. If they're dead, we're—"

"Shut up. Varian said to hold position."

Damon leaned in close. "Two of them. Should we take them out quietly?"

I nodded. A direct fight would alert the others. We needed to thin their numbers first.

We crept forward, sticking to the shadows. The guards stood near a crumbling table, weapons resting at their sides. They weren't expecting a fight.

I gestured—I'll take the left. Damon gave a slight nod—he had the right.

I moved first, silent as a shadow. My dagger flashed, slicing across the man's throat before he could react. He choked, gurgled, then collapsed.

Damon's kill was just as swift. A clean strike.

Both bodies hit the ground without a sound.

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▶ [Enemies Eliminated – +1 Strength, +1 Agility]

I wiped my blade clean. "Two down."

Damon searched the corpses, pulling a key from one of their belts. "Might be useful."

I pocketed it. Then, we pressed on.

We reached a staircase leading downward. A heavy door stood at the bottom, slightly ajar. Faint candlelight flickered from within.

I did. A presence. Strong. Familiar.

Damon's grip tightened on his sword. "Then let's finish this."

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