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Lumberling, a 42-year-old civil engineer, grew numb to the monotonous rhythm of modern life. Hoping to rekindle his sense of wonder, he set out on a solitary nature trip, only to stumble upon an ancient, forgotten pyramid. A strange red light burst forth, killing him instantly… and binding itself to his soul.

Cast adrift in the void, his soul found no rest, until he awoke in the body of a young foot soldier, bleeding and broken on a war-torn battlefield in a world not his own.

Determined not to die again, Lumberling fights to survive in this brutal new realm where knights clash with monsters, kingdoms rise and fall, and mysterious powers shape the fate of nations.

Armed with a strange ability to devour the essence of those he slays, he begins to carve out a new path, one forged by blood, strength, and sheer will.

But power alone may not be enough. In a world where danger lurks in every shadow, and ancient forces stir in the dark, can a lost soul rise above fate… or will he be consumed by the very essence he seeks to control?

The Devouring Knight

Meanwhile in Ferndell Ridge, South Courtyard.

The last cries of resistance faded beneath the sound of steel on flesh.

All across the ruined town, the Duskspire Legion swept through the remnants of the Sengolio force like a black tide. Smoke choked the air, mixing with blood and ash. Bodies littered the streets, some burned, some broken, some wide-eyed with terror frozen in their final moments.

Aren's boots stepped through the wreckage in silence.

Behind him, Gorrak drove his hammer down one final time, flattening a wounded soldier who'd tried to crawl away. Rogar skewered two more retreating men with a single thrust, and Trask wiped blood from his twin blades as he passed by.

"That's the last of them," Gorrak grunted. "No survivors. Not this time."

"Good," Rogar spat. "They earned it."

Chapter 97: One Path Ends, Another Begins