The city of Aurelia slept under a pale, cold moon, its marble towers glinting like bones in the night. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the distant clatter of hooves against stone.
A man moved through the shadows - silent, unyielding. He looked like thirty, but his eyes carried centuries of memory, betrayal, and grief.
He was Bravo Lucien.
No one guessed his true age: 190 years, yet he appeared no older than thirty. The empire believed him gone, forgotten - but he had survived, cursed with immortality and the weight of forbidden power.
The laws of the Founder King still ruled Aurelia. Only those of the founder's bloodline could inherit ultimate power, touch the throne, or command the empire's forbidden forces. Others would die if they tried. Bravo had defied them all - and survived.
He paused, tracing a name carved centuries ago: Lyra Valen. She had been his light, now lost to the cruelty of men who valued blood over love.
Tonight, the world would remember Bravo Lucien.
And those who had wronged him would pay - one by one.