They sat around him, their eyes fixed on him. With a deep breath, he finally spoke.“There's no easy way to say this…” They paused for a second, observing their faces.“But I attacked the castle in search of the truth.” He stopped there, more like he didn't know how to continue anymore. But of course, Lady Morrigan wasn't done listening, and she pressed further.“Come on, go on, truth about?” She straightened up and her gaze on him tightened.“Uhm, I needed to know who killed me.” He stated, his voice firm and his gaze unwavering.“Killed you?” Duke Severin joined in. The story was getting more interesting.“Well, yes…I'm reincarnated.” The moment he said this, Lady Morrigan snapped a finger.“I suspected this,” she stared. “I just didn't have enough evidence. Who were you?” She asked, her curiosity was at its peak now.“I am the son of King Aldric and the Queen, the very monster they tried to kill.” He finally spilled and his breath shuddered.After he finished, there was silence. Hi

Dust filled the air as Elira travelled down the rusty and dirty path. Her face was masked with a veil, the exact one used by the mercenaries sent to deliver messages and contracts.Her mind pondered on what Kael was becoming, the immense power he was possessing and how it would make or mar him. But of course, she dared not speak a word of her thoughts.She hastened her steps and Thane’s camp was in clear sight. The loud overwhelming noise from his men and the smell of smoke from the camp already filled the air.She paused for a second, trying to figure out what exactly was burning and gulped in some water.“It must be a boar,” she said to herself. “Perfect.”Shw hurried up now as a feast was probably being prepared and in this merriment was the best time to present him an offer.The loud clanking of mugs got louder as she got closer.“Stop right there!” The voice of the guards rang out cruel and firm.She waved a white piece of cloth in the air, alongside the scroll, and the guards wa

The silence in the room was heavy as he sat, his pale and hopeless. The curtains were drawn, but occasionally they flapped as thinwind blew thickening air around him, suffocating him, but he was barely alive and completely numb to the outside world.Pain clawed in his chest deep, and all he could see was a void, a dark hole—a place he assumed to be peaceful, quiet, but deep down, he knew the reign of the iron mountain had come to an end, and the thought of it alone killed what was left of his soul.Staring at the empty top of the tent, hw rolled from side to side, sighing deeply at his helpless situation and his mind racing. He still couldn't understand how he got here, what brought him to this point and the very fact that someone like him, the great iron mountain, could be brought down to this stage and humbled baffled him the more.Pain ate through him, just the same way Kael felt that night. The blood magic was firm and had bonded everything into his soul, killing him already as he

He moved through the alleys like a shadow, clutching to his scythe, of course, cautious of any danger that may be lurking around after such a night.Elira followed behind, her evil smile never fading as they reached the door of the clinic.With a soft chuckle, the door opened and was followed by a blast of wind, masking their entrance—Elira’s tricks.The candles flicker and some dimmed. A pale woman sat by the corner, probably expecting a patient and immediately wiped her tears off, feigning a warm smile.Little did she know that her storm was just beginning.“Let me help you,” she immediately offered, but Kael stood still.With a soft sigh, he took off his hood just as Cassidy was an inch away from him and revealed his face to her.Her heart stopped for a brief second as her brain pulsed with lots of stimuli from the crazy reaction that took place in her body in that split second. Her mouth dropped but no words followed.They were stuck deep down in her throat and she couldn't help b

Tear drops rolled down his face as he stared. The guilt of knowing a man was killed just because of him, a man who showed him love more than his own father ever did. His fist tightened as he stared blankly into the darkness, his eyes darkening with a strange hue and the shadows around him shook the walls.However, outside the archives, a small black feather, floating peacefully in the dark, just as if it had no idea of the tension brewing beneath the shadows flew calmly and landed on the precious floor of the Royal guards barracks.Immediately, it touched the ground, a flame erupted right there and spread through the place, a wildfire that couldn't be tamed, and it tore through their skins, burning them to ash. The fire wasn't just an ordinary flame, it moved with an ethereal and strange energy, burning anything that it came in touch with in an instant.The barracks, however, were a place of order, polished with tough stones to withstand hits and enemy fire in case of war and glowed w