

They branded him a thief. A heretic. A nameless worm born without magic. Kael was left to rot in the slag pits of Drossmoor, his mother stolen by flame-worshippers, his body broken, his soul crushed. But when death came for him… something else answered. > **[Sovereign Pathway Activated.]** > **[All Others Rejected.]** > **[Core Directive: Usurp the Throne.]** From the ashes of the forgotten, Kael rises with a system born of ancient ruin and wrath. It doesn’t gift spells. It takes them. Corrupts them. Twists divine magic into weapons of vengeance. To survive, Kael must sacrifice. His enemies. His identity. His past. Even his own humanity. Gods fall. Empires rot. And the Ashborn will kneel to no one.