Arthur was fifty, tired, and forgotten. He died in a sterile hospital room, a man who had played it safe and lost everything. But death wasn't the end. He wakes up in the body of an eight-year-old boy named Kaelen, in a world where the dirt is stained with blood and the "Middle Ages" are just beginning to crawl out of the dark.
Sold to the Order of the Obsidian Veil, Kaelen is forged into a weapon. But unlike the other orphans, Kaelen has the mind of a man who knows the value of a second chance. As the world transitions from tribal warring to civilized empires, Kaelen moves through the shadows, caught between a forbidden love with a deadly rival and a conspiracy that threatens to undo the very civilization they are building.

From the floor rose three humanoid figures made of liquid silver. They had no faces, only a single, glowing red eye in the center of their chests.


The silver figures moved with a terrifying, fluid speed. One lashed out with a limb that turned into a blade, narrowly missing Kaelen's head. Lyra dived under another, her glass blade striking the silver skin, but the liquid metal simply absorbed the impact and reformed.


"They aren't physical!" Lyra shouted. "My blades won't work!"


"Use the Aetheria!" Kaelen roared. "Disrupt their frequency!"


Chapter 37 - Chapter 37: The Sentinel’s Shadow