Chapter Eight
Kaith returned through time once again, but this return was unlike any other.
He went back to the very beginning… before he took revenge on his five friends, before he gained the power of regeneration, even before the moment he agreed to fulfill Ari's request.
The strange part was… this was not the same Kaith. Something was different, something… terrifying.
He let out a scream that pierced the stillness of the capital, his voice echoing through every corner.
He stood before the people and announced in a sharp, blade-like tone:
Kaith: I have returned… I am the second prince of this kingdom, and I declare before you all: I will behead anyone who dares to violate my law… anyone! I am the heir to the throne, and I will not tolerate defiance!
After this brief declaration, confusion spread throughout the palace. This was not the Kaith they knew — not the one who had left the kingdom for its peace. He had changed… he had returned as he truly was.
Kaith had become a man walking down a single path: the path of evil and rage, a path of no return.
He did not head to the palace or courtly halls; he marched straight to one place — the Salvation Corps.
In the past, Kaith had hesitated before killing them… but now, everything was different. He did not hesitate, he showed no mercy, he did not wait.
He raised his hand to the sky and unleashed a meteor of black flames — a disaster that engulfed the entire kingdom.
The Salvation Corps was obliterated, wiped from existence. The execution platform itself evaporated as if it had never existed.
Yet a small movement caught his eye — it was Ari.
She had miraculously survived, a full dragon, but her body was riddled with wounds, barely able to breathe. She lifted her head with difficulty, only to see a familiar shadow before her.
A monstrous figure with dark eyes stared at her mercilessly. He bore the features of her older brother, but his gaze was strange… hollow.
Ari: Kaith… my brother… you've returned!
Tears streamed down her face in joy, but the answer she heard was crueler than any wound she had suffered.
Kaith (coldly): I am not your brother. You are nothing but illegitimate filth… how dare you compare yourself to me? I am the one who carries the pure royal blood. From childhood, I taught you that you are just a reflection of our father's blood.
Ari froze in place. She realized then that the Kaith she knew before he left had died. The one standing before her now… was shaped by curse, death, despair, and arrogance.
Kaith: Do you know? You are nothing but a burden to me.
The same person who had once chosen eternal death to save his sister now severed her head with his own hands… without tears, without regret.
Ari's body fell to the ground, while Kaith turned away and walked on without looking back. His face was expressionless, his silence heavier than any scream.
He then turned toward Art.
Within a few hours, terrifying news spread across the capital:
The Misty Zone was renamed the Zone of the Blood of Disasters.
Anyone who entered saw bodies torn apart and hung on the walls, with a single head displayed in the center. That head belonged to Art.
Kaith continued his path as a cold killing machine.
He destroyed the First Shard and its royal army, fought the kingdoms, and brought back the fleeing nobles while enraging some of the remaining kings.
He killed five of the six shards — yes, only five. He never encountered the sixth shard, nor did it control him. He summoned the Outer Ruler and passed its trial successfully.
He achieved his wish — which was…
He ruled the kingdom with a fist of fire and darkness, defeated the disasters, and dominated the world.
He faced Iris at the age of forty, and despite his strength, he struggled to defeat him. Their battle lasted four continuous days, displaying the full power of the dragon.
Over time, two new horns appeared on him.
But when he reached sixty-seven years of age, and with no family left… everything ended quietly.
He held his sword in his hand and plunged it into his own chest.
He ended his life with his own hands — as atonement for a sin he could never forgive himself for.
Yet no one knew…
The wish he asked of the Outer Ruler was not for power, but for something else.
He had asked to return to the beginning after his death.
Yes, he chose this tragic path himself, fully aware of how the journey would end and how it would start again.
He wanted a second beginning.
It was a monumental, fateful choice…
End of Chapter Eight.