A sharp, pounding pain filled Kael's head as he gasped awake. His body felt weak—too weak. His vision swam as he tried to push himself up, but his arms trembled under his own weight.
This wasn't right.
He remembered his death. The Divine Order had betrayed him. The moment their so-called gods declared him a heretic, everything had turned against him. His own comrades had cut him down, his strength overwhelmed by sheer numbers. His final moments had been filled with rage, and then, only darkness.
Yet, he was here.
Kael took a slow breath, trying to steady himself. The air felt different—fresher, untouched by the filth of war. He looked down at his hands. They were smaller, thinner. His body lacked the countless scars he had earned over years of battle. He stumbled toward a broken mirror in the corner of the dimly lit room.
The face that stared back at him was young.
Seventeen.
His mind raced. This wasn't reincarnation—this was time reversal.
A shiver ran down his spine. Who… or what had done this?
Before he could think further, a sudden ding echoed in his head.
> [Abyss Tyrant System ]
A system?
Kael's eyes narrowed. This was new. In his past life, he had no such thing. Something—someone—had changed his fate.
For now, he needed information. If he truly was back in time, then this was the perfect chance to fix everything—and destroy those who had betrayed him.
But first, he had to survive.