The Aftermath
Eryndor sat on the edge of the ruined bed, gripping his wounded shoulder. The candle had burned out, leaving only moonlight spilling through the shattered window.
That assassin… they could have killed me.
But they didn't.
Instead, they left with a warning—or a challenge.
He clenched his fists. This wasn't just about survival anymore. If enemies this powerful were after him, he needed to be stronger.
A quiet knock at the door made him tense.
Not again.
But this time, the voice that followed was different.
"I mean no harm."
It was calm. Steady. Yet, there was something familiar about it.
Eryndor grabbed his dagger and approached cautiously. When he opened the door, he froze.
Standing before him was a hooded figure with golden eyes.
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A Messenger from the Past
The stranger stepped inside without invitation. They glanced around the ruined room before speaking.
"You're lucky to be alive."
Eryndor's grip on his weapon tightened. "Who are you?"
The figure lowered their hood, revealing a woman with long silver hair and sharp, golden eyes.
"My name is Lysara," she said. "And I know who you really are, Eryndor."
His breath caught in his throat.
"I know the truth about your past."
Eryndor took a step back. "What… do you mean?"
Lysara studied him for a moment before speaking.
"You weren't always Eryndor. You were someone else, in another life."
The air in the room grew heavier.
Images flashed in Eryndor's mind—memories that felt both foreign and familiar.
A battlefield. A name he couldn't grasp. A death he couldn't remember.
Lysara's next words shattered everything he thought he knew.
"You were betrayed. You were killed. And now… you've been reborn."
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A New Path Begins
Silence stretched between them as Eryndor tried to process her words.
Reborn? Killed?
It sounded impossible.
But deep down… he knew it was true.
He clenched his fists. Then who was I before?
Lysara turned to leave. "If you want answers, meet me outside the city at dawn."
She paused at the doorway, looking over her shoulder.
"And if you don't come… you'll never learn the truth."
Then, just like that, she was gone.
Eryndor stood there, his heart pounding.
This was it.
The beginning of something bigger than himself.
And for the first time since arriving in this world…
He finally had a purpose.
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Volume 1 End.