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.

      They reached the edge of the Lightning Veil the permanent storm surrounding the Archive. The bolts of blue energy were so frequent they formed a solid cage of electricity.


"Nothing can get through that," Lyra said, her face illuminated by the constant flashes. "Not even your 'innovations.'"


"The Walker gave me the frequency," Kaelen said. He took Lyra's hand. "We have to walk through. If we stay in the 'Null-Phase,' the lightning will arc around us."


      Kaelen looked at her, his fifty-year-old soul shining through his young eyes. "Then at least we'll be the brightest thing in this wasteland for a second."


Chapter 49 - Chapter 49: The Wall of Storms