BLOOD OF THE ARCANE

The King of Kingston , father of storms and steel is dying. The word rides salt winds and whisper smoke: his crown, his gold, his fleet of black-sailed ships, all free for the bold enough to claim them.



he sends a message to his Four sons, four heirs, scattered by blood feuds and grudges older than their scars.



Levi, who bends kingdoms like storms bend trees.



Benjamin, who turned gutter thieves into silk-draped nobles.



Esau, the ghost prince exiled to the sea’s edge.



Aziz, rebel blade, the bastard who vowed never to bow.



But blood means nothing when the throne promises everything.



Two brothers already weigh blades in the dark, each willing to kill the rest to be crowned alone.



Beyond the royal veins, worse shadows gather the warlords he once bribed and chained now circle Kingston’s dying heart, hungry to carve up his kingdom before his bones are cold.



Power is Arcane-born, faith-forged and mercy is the first to drown.

In the end, only one lion roars loud enough to rule.