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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 letter crumbled to ash the moment Alan finished reading it. Not by fire—but by intent.

Whatever secrets it held were meant only for him.

Alan looked to the throne. The mural above it pulsed faintly, as if drawn in living ink. Each of the thirteen figures radiated power—but three of them were smudged, as if their fates had been erased.

Seris whispered, "What did the letter say?"

Alan's voice was distant. "Others are coming… others like me."

Far across the realm…

A desolate wasteland trembled beneath thunder.

Lightning struck the blackened ground again and again, forming a symbol of a burning eye.

In the center, a young man rose from a shattered obsidian cocoon—his eyes pure crimson, veins glowing like lava.

"Seal of Ruin… accepted," the voice of the void declared.

In the Frosted North…

An ancient glacier cracked open, revealing a shrine made of sapphire and bone. A girl—barefoot, with hair as white as snow and lips blue with frost—walked out with a seal embedded in her chest.

But every breath she took froze the wind around her.

The animals of the tundra bowed as she passed.

And in the Holy Empire of Zareth…

A priest's sermon was interrupted as a choir boy began glowing with golden light. Wings of radiant flame burst from his back, and his eyes turned to gold.

But the moment he smiled… every candle in the church went out.

Back in Kael'tan…

Alan stood before a new door that had opened beneath the throne. Ancient stairs spiraled downward, deeper than the city itself.

Kraevok lit a darkflame torch. "How deep does this place go?"

Alan stepped down without answering.

The air grew heavy. Not stale—but full of memory.

At the base of the stairs, they found a mirror.

Framed in bone. Covered in dust. But unbroken.

When Alan looked into it—he didn't see himself.

He saw Kael. In battle.

Eyes of silver. Blade of starlight.

She looked directly through the mirror and whispered:

"This isn't about ruling," he said. "It's about stopping what Kael couldn't."

Far above, in the sky above Kael'tan…

A watcher observed Alan through unseen eyes.

A seal-marked ring spun slowly on their finger.

Chapter 20: Rise of the Broken Heirs