Not a title. Not a gift. A weapon wired into your brain and shaped by everything broken inside you.
For Kael, it started as survival. Now it’s something else.
Thrown into a Death zone , where unstable recruits are trained or discarded Kael finds himself with strangers just as unstable as the system training them. Trust is rare. Power? Unstable. And the only way forward is through combat that scars more than just your skin.
Everyone’s hiding something.
Their past, their pain, the real reason they are here.
And the Crowns? They don’t play fair.
To survive, they’ll need more than power.
They’ll need to trust each other.
Even when that trust could get them killed