In the twilight of a forgotten age, beneath skies stained with the blood of countless wars, there lived a man whose name struck fear and awe in equal measure — Kaelen, the Immortal Conqueror.
He was no ordinary mortal. From youth, Kaelen was marked by destiny, blessed and cursed with the power to command death itself. His touch could raise the fallen from the battlefield, his voice could summon legions of skeletal warriors to his side. Kingdoms trembled before him, and even the gods whispered his name in uneasy tones.
But power, as boundless as it may seem, carries its own weight — a weight Kaelen bore alone.
As the war raged on and his enemies multiplied, trust became a luxury he could no longer afford. Among his closest allies, betrayal festered like a poison. On a day when the heavens seemed to cry fire and the earth cracked beneath their fury, Kaelen was ambushed by those he once called brothers-in-arms.
The battle that followed was apocalyptic, shattering mountains and twisting the land itself. Despite his immense strength, Kaelen was struck down, his life force ebbing away amidst the chaos. Yet even as death claimed him, his final thoughts were not of rage or hatred, but of sorrow — sorrow for the innocent lives caught in the storm, sorrow for the family he might never see again, and sorrow for the destiny left unfinished.
In those last moments, grasping at the fading threads of existence, Kaelen reached out beyond the mortal veil. His soul cried out for a chance — a second chance to make things right, to protect those he loved, to rewrite the story of his life.
The gods heard his plea.
Yet the divine forces, ever enigmatic, made a subtle mistake. When his soul was cast back into the cycle of rebirth, a flaw in the process barred him from entering the Otherworld — a mystical realm that all others born in this age could freely access. This error left Kaelen isolated, tethered to the mortal plane but unable to cross the boundaries others took for granted.
Born anew in a humble village far from the sprawling kingdoms he once commanded, Kaelen's path began anew. Separated from his birth mother at the moment of arrival into this world, his fate was gently rewritten by the hands of a compassionate grandmother who took him in as her own.
His adoptive family was small but filled with love. A caring father and a sister whose affection was deep and unwavering — a bond that carried the warmth of lovers' devotion. Though unaware of the great legacy simmering beneath his ordinary exterior, Kaelen's heart clung to these simple connections, the only anchors in a life clouded by forgotten memories and unseen chains.
Though his soul was restless, and fragments of his past life stirred deep within, Kaelen's true journey was only just beginning.