Ashvale stands on the edge of ruin. Gates tear open above neon skylines, and monsters pour out to hunt the living. Hunters stand between humanity and extinction — none more feared than the Kael family.
Ryker Kael — the eldest, an S-rank hunter who calls lightning like a god.
Mira Kael — the youngest, whose living shadows bend reality itself.
And in between them:
Karn Kael — the unawakened middle child. The disappointment. The “weakest son.”
Tired of pity he never asked for, Karn walked away from the marble towers and guild emblems of the Kael dynasty, trading them for construction dust, cracked rooftops, and a name almost forgotten.
But every dawn, Karn’s back burns with scars no doctor can explain.
Every night, his dreams drown in blood, sunfire, and an ancient name: Karna.
When a monstrous Gate rips open in the heart of Ashvale, Karn’s past life awakens in molten gold — a power that doesn’t belong in the modern world.
Memories of betrayal. Gods who once cursed him.
And a rage older than the Gates themselves

Karn woke three days later. Hospital room. Warded. Silent.


But his body? Healed. Not a scar in sight — except for the mark. The cursed sigil over his heart. He touched it, and the room dimmed, like the sun itself bowed in recognition.


His father stared at him from across the room. "Do you remember what you did?"


"You walked through solar fire, Karn. The Wyrm bowed before you. You... commanded it."


Except deep inside, something stirred. A voice. Ancient. Fierce. A name: Karna.


Memories not his own started to flicker behind his eyes. A chariot. A bow the size of a tree. Gods kneeling. Betrayal. Glory. Death.


He wasn't just Karn Kael. He was the reincarnation of Karna, the cursed hero of cosmic war.


And now the curse had returned with him.


Outside, three major guilds prepared to fight over him. The government declared him a Class-S Anomaly. Priests whispered omens. Gods began to watch.


Chapter 2 - Sun-Scorned