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He was once the Crown Heir to the Great Dominion of Valrion — respected, admired, loved… until they turned on him.
His own family. His closest friend. His beloved.

Falsely accused of treason, stripped of his powers, and burned at the stake, Aedric Valtoris died cursing the gods. But the heavens heard him. And now — reborn 10 years in the past — with memories of betrayal carved deep into his soul, Aedric will tear through the realm with only one goal:

Revenge.

But in a world filled with gods, demons, blood contracts, and forbidden magic, he must fight not just for vengeance…
…but for the right to rewrite destiny itself.

The Boy Who Burned the Heavens

🏛️ Scene 1: The Royal Flame Council – Grand Ember Hall

The Grand Ember Hall hadn't held such silence in a hundred years.

Every noble seat was occupied. Every scribe sat poised, quills trembling. Guards stood flanking every marble pillar, torches crackling with enchanted flame.

At the center: the High Seat of Flame Judgment — where royal verdicts were issued and recorded into the eternal FlameChron.

And stepping through the twin gates, eyes steady, coat still scorched from the blood-scribe sanctum, came Riven.

High Flamekeeper Oryn stood, voice cold and ritualistic.

> "You were summoned under Article 7 of the Flame Edicts — violation of the royal archive seal, conspiracy with outlawed bloodscryers, and possession of a corrupted FlameChron."

"Funny. That article was written after the Flame-Shadow War… which your Council insists never happened."

Scribes faltered. A few nobles looked away.

> "You are here to answer. Not to accuse."

> "Then let me answer properly," Riven said, voice like a blade.

"My name is Aedric Aurellien Valtoris. Last of the house you erased. Prince of the bloodline you tried to burn from memory."

And he threw the Bloodscroll Fragment onto the floor.

It ignited in flame — red and gold.

And revealed the sealed records of the Silent War.

The chamber exploded in whispers, shouts, panic.

Magic flared as the runes on the scrolls overwrote flamebound lies on dozens of archived stones.

Nobles collapsed, clutching heads — memories rearranging themselves painfully.

He stood at the center of it. Silent. Watching. Letting them see.

Prince Caelen Valtoris strode in, dressed in ceremonial crimson armor, the Crownblade Ignivar strapped to his back, eyes cold.

"Did you come to die a second time?"

> "No," Riven said, stepping forward.

"I came to live properly for the first time."

> "So you'll make a speech? Stir the sheep? Spill your truth like wine and hope they drink?"

"I'll do something far more dangerous."

> "I invoke the Trial of Ashblood."

A magic older than the kingdom answered his words.

The Trial of Ashblood — an ancient ritual lost to all but Aurellien fireborn — a trial that did not judge right or wrong.

Three judges would rise from flame. One would lie. One would believe. One would burn with truth.

And the kingdom would decide which fire to follow.

💠 Power Activated: Ashblood Invocation

> 🔥 Summons three Flame Judges bound to the accuser's bloodline

⚖ Each judge reflects a different fate-path

🧠 Kingdom-wide flame-wards pause

📜 All archive lies momentarily overwritten with pre-burn truths

☠ Once invoked, cannot be undone

The Reign of Ashes Begins