For some unknown reason, the world is decaying under invisible pressure. Ancestral beasts are beginning to stir, and forgotten lords are moving back into the world’s affairs.

Certain bloodlines were marked to inherit ancient power — and with them, a curse.

After the First Legendary War broke out a thousand years ago, the world was thrown into chaos.
Now, history’s about to repeat itself… and worse.

Cloud, your daily nonchalant, sarcastic slacker, figures out one morning that he’s descended from a rare Samurai bloodline. One specifically cursed to stop the decay of the world… a job he didn’t ask for, doesn’t care about, and would rather avoid.

But fate doesn't take no for an answer.
Especially when it decides to fling you headfirst into a war-torn past, 1786 — Georgian Era, you’ve only heard about in bedtime ghost stories.

Thrust into the madness, bound to a blade, Cloud must now hunt down his inheritance of lost sword arts, break an ancient curse, and try not to get killed by extinct beasts, mythic monsters, absolute Lords, and — for some reason — those creepy little floating creatures no one talks about.

The question is: how long until the "shit" finally breaks loose?

This is a deliberate novel, structured with intent and written for readers who pay close attention. The pacing is slow for a reason, and very little is said without consequence.


Honour is uncommon, sentiment is unrewarded, and most truths are buried beneath habit, pride, or fear.


If you are reading in search of spectacle, a moral guide, or immediate clarity, you may not find it here. This is not a story that exists to entertain the inattentive.


However, if you prefer fiction that respects your patience and intelligence, and if you are willing to observe carefully, question everything, and draw your own conclusions, then continue.


Introduction