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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 night after claiming the Thirteenth Seal was strangely silent.

Even the stars above the campfire seemed distant, as if the sky itself were watching.

Alan sat alone, legs crossed, eyes closed.

But at the eye of that storm… came a voice.

Deep. Calm. Heavy with authority.

"You wear my blood, child of fate. You walk in my echo. Are you ready to listen?"

But then, like a whisper from his soul:

"I am Sovereign Kael—first of the Bloodstorm line, breaker of realms, and father of the forbidden seals. You… are my final gamble."

Alan's heartbeat slowed. It wasn't fear. It was instinct.

This voice—it felt realer than the world itself.

"You've unlocked the Thirteenth Seal, boy. But twelve remain. Each one tied to your inheritance. Each one watched by those who would see your death before your rise."

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing. I am only a memory. A sword left in the earth, rusted but sharp. I offer guidance… and warnings."

"There is a city—drowned beneath the sands of Time's Graveyard. Find it. Within lies your next path… and the truth of your birth."

Kraevok sat beside him, silently watching. "You heard him, didn't you?"

Alan nodded. "We go east now. Toward the Time-Sunken City."

Seris approached, her expression wary. "You're not the same. That orb changed you."

The firelight danced across his silhouette. His blue eyes now shimmered with faint violet rings. Not bright—but ever-present.

"I'm becoming what I was meant to be."

They rode swift shadow-beasts across the plains.

The land twisted the further they went.

Dead trees bent in unnatural curves. The sun flickered like a dying torch. And soon, they reached a place where sand fell upward, creating rivers of golden dust that defied gravity.

A place where history collapsed in on itself.

And in the center of it all—rising like a forgotten monument—stood the Sunken City of Kael'tan, its towers half-buried, its gates sealed with runes that shimmered in paradox.

As they neared the gates, the ground trembled.

Seris unsheathed her daggers. "What now?"

Alan stepped forward. The runes responded to his presence—glowing brighter.

And from behind the gates, an ethereal figure appeared—a knight made of light and dust, holding a blade curved like the moon.

"Who seeks entry to the tomb of betrayal?"

"Then prove your blood… in battle."

Chapter 18: The Sovereign's Echo