The Capital trembles with anticipation. The legendary God of War—a man who single-handedly ended wars, crushed empires, and became the guardian deity of an entire nation—has returned. The greatest families of the world, including the esteemed Clark Family, eagerly await his arrival, hoping to forge alliances and bask in his favor.
Yet, beneath their polished smiles and extravagant receptions lies arrogance. The Clarks, a family of power and prestige, assume the God of War will treat them as equals, unaware of the storm brewing beneath his composed demeanor. They do not know that their honored guest is the very bastard son they abandoned and exiled years ago—left to die, cast away like a worthless pawn.
For years, he fought. He bled. He conquered. He became a force beyond imagination. And now, he stands at the gates of the Capital, not as a forgotten child, but as a sovereign of war, cloaked in shadows and vengeance.
He does not return seeking acceptance. He does not come for forgiveness. He comes for his birthright. And he will take it, by force if necessary.
As the news of his return spreads, shadows move behind the scenes. The Capital’s greatest families watch with interest, unsure whether to treat him as an ally or a threat. His enemies prepare their defences, knowing that war follows in his wake.
The Clarks welcome him with open arms, blind to the blade hanging over their throats. They believe they can negotiate, that they can stand as his equals—but they could not be more mistaken.
For he has not returned to pay respects. He has not returned to forgive.
He has returned to take everything.
And when the truth is finally revealed… it will be far too late.