Cinders Of The Old Throne
Aldric of Eryndal was born to rule. Precise. Calculating. Ruthless when necessary. He had spent twenty-two years preparing for a throne that was taken from him in a single morning.
But the betrayal is not what keeps him awake at night.
Three weeks before his exile, Aldric descended alone into a sealed vault older than the kingdom itself. He was looking for power. He found something else. Something that should have stayed buried. Something that is now awake — and spreading.
Stripped of his title, hunted by the confederacy he was born to lead, and carrying a corruption in his soul he doesn't yet understand, Aldric must navigate a fractured world of city-state politics, ancient secrets, and a power system whose depths no living practitioner has ever fully seen.
Then a stranger finds him. A man who knows too much. Who speaks of what Aldric unleashed with the calm familiarity of someone who has been waiting for this moment for a very long time.
The throne is ash. The sky is wrong. And whatever came through that door is only getting started.
This is not a story about a hero.
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