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Alan Grey was once the strongest mage in the world—feared by kings, hunted by heroes, and cursed by the gods themselves. They called him a heretic, a traitor, a Godslayer. But in the end, it wasn't a blade or a spell that killed him. It was betrayal by the one he trusted most.

Yet the gods made one mistake.

They sent him back.

Now reborn as his younger self, Alan returns to the magical world of Aetherium, where the Arcanum Academy trains the next generation of spellcasters. Armed with knowledge from a future soaked in blood and betrayal, Alan is no longer a mere student—he is a storm waiting to rise.

But the gods are watching. Twisting fate. Interfering.

This time, Alan won’t play by their rules.

He’ll uncover the hidden truths of magic, awaken forbidden powers, and forge new alliances. And when the time comes, he’ll challenge the very heavens again.

Only this time, he won’t lose.

In a world where magic shapes destiny and gods dictate fate, one reborn mage dares to defy both.

The Godslayer’s Rebirth

The journey westward was anything but peaceful.

Alan, Seris, and Kraevok trekked across a fractured valley known as the Shattered Veil, where floating rocks drifted lazily in midair and strange echoes whispered from nowhere. The land was warped—reality bent like glass cracked but never broken.

As they pressed forward, a distant hum began to pulse beneath their feet.

The compass Seris held began spinning wildly, then suddenly snapped to a halt—pointing toward a jagged cliffside riddled with glowing red symbols.

Kraevok's eyes narrowed. "That place is sealed."

Alan stepped forward. "Then we'll unseal it."

They approached the cliff, and the moment Alan's boot touched the etched stone, the air shuddered.

A red ripple spread out across the valley.

The seal ignited—an ancient mark in the shape of a twisted sun surrounded by runes. Alan reached out, and the mark pulsed in sync with his heartbeat.

Seris gasped. "That's one of the Thirteen."

Alan nodded. "The Thirteenth Seal."

Legend spoke of it—a prison that held not a monster, but a piece of power too dangerous to be used, too alive to be destroyed.

Alan placed his palm against the stone. A deep voice echoed in his mind.

"Who dares touch the seal of Sovereign Blood?"

The seal flashed—and exploded in light.

When the world reformed, they stood in a space between realms.

A floating void surrounded by ancient spires.

In the center floated a crimson orb, chained by black tendrils of energy. Ghostly voices circled the sphere like vultures, whispering warnings in forgotten tongues.

Alan stepped forward. "What is it?"

Kraevok's voice was reverent. "That… is a bloodcore. A sovereign blood fragment. Yours."

Suddenly, shadows from the corners of the realm rushed forward—guardians of the seal. Creatures made of bone and cursed light.

Seris drew her blades. "Here we go!"

He raised his katana, now etched with runes from the Ashen Expanse.

A blur of motion and flashing steel followed.

He slashed through one guardian, then spun into a reverse grip, parrying another before driving his blade straight through its core.

Each strike hummed with the power of the seal calling to its heir.

When the last creature fell, the orb began to descend.

Alan stood beneath it, and it slowly merged into his chest.

A sudden rush of memories—not his own—flooded his mind.

Kings. Monsters. Worlds destroyed and reborn.

Bloodlines cursed… to become gods.

When he opened his eyes, they burned a deep violet and blue.

Seris stared. "Alan… are you okay?"

He had unlocked the Thirteenth Seal.

And something ancient had awoken within him.

Chapter 17: The Thirteenth Seal