Arthur was fifty, tired, and forgotten. He died in a sterile hospital room, a man who had played it safe and lost everything. But death wasn't the end. He wakes up in the body of an eight-year-old boy named Kaelen, in a world where the dirt is stained with blood and the "Middle Ages" are just beginning to crawl out of the dark.
Sold to the Order of the Obsidian Veil, Kaelen is forged into a weapon. But unlike the other orphans, Kaelen has the mind of a man who knows the value of a second chance. As the world transitions from tribal warring to civilized empires, Kaelen moves through the shadows, caught between a forbidden love with a deadly rival and a conspiracy that threatens to undo the very civilization they are building.

       Silas stood up, his face half-melted, his mechanical arm a smoking ruin. But he wasn't finished. The liquid metal of the fallen Sentinels began to crawl up his legs, merging with his flesh.


"If I cannot lead the new world," Silas hissed, his voice now a chorus of a thousand machine-ghosts, "then there will be no world at all!"


He was becoming a Titan of liquid silver and iron a Sentinel-Prime. He lunged at Kaelen, a blade of liquid metal extending from his arm.


Chapter 58 - Chapter 58: The Architect’s Final Form