Arc_Deamon

He died. Then he woke up in hell.
Kevin opens his eyes not to peace, but to the cold cobblestones of 1940. A bullet burns in his shoulder. The air screams with the thunder of a world tearing itself apart – World War II. He's nobody. A peasant. Wounded. Alone. Survival feels like a cruel joke.

Then he feels it. Something stirs within him. Something strange and cold and powerful. Desperate, he reaches for it. And something answers. A whisper. A presence. An uncanny gift he doesn't understand, but knows is his only hope.

Bleeding and hunted, Kevin must use this flickering power to navigate the chaos. To find shelter. To escape death's grip. To grasp a sliver of a chance in a world gone mad. This is his brutal second chance. This is the terrifying dawn of his journey.

Armed only with pain, fear, and a mysterious gift he barely comprehends, Kevin's fight to survive becomes his fight to become the protagonist of his own impossible story.

My Journey, Our Journey begins.

My Journey, Our Journey

<p>Sorry guys but today I might not be able to write, I promise  Saturday I Will compensate you. Thanks </p>

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