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Two brothers.

One betrayal.

Who will break the Wrack?

When the Broadcast struck Earth, eight million men and women were Marked for greatness, chosen to save eight million worlds in crisis.

But for a desperate few, opportunity is something to be seized...No matter the cost.

Gabriel Asherwill do anything to save his brother. As darkness gathers, only his magic can save the strange, high world of Endoria from the horror of the Wrack and its Twisted armies.

But Gabriel has a secret of his own. A secret that could destroy everything he's fought for.

As the end draws near, can this most unlikely of heroes rise above his past?

Or will the weight of his hidden truth drag him - and Endoria - into the abyss?

Pledged to the Hundred-Handed God, tempered upon the anvil of war, Daren Leehunts his sister's killer in a crusade of contempt.

Each step on his blood-soaked path brings him closer to vengeance, but farther from the man he once was.

Will his relentless quest redeem him, or damn him forever?

In a world teetering on the brink, where loyalty is fragile and power comes at a terrible price, the fates of two brothers collide.

One seeks to save; the other to avenge.

For the world to live, one must die.

Featuring:

[+] Weak-to-Strong Protagonists.

[+] Clear Progression.

[+] A desperate race against time.

[+] A world of high magic and dark fantasy.

[+] Savage adventure.

[+] Brutal action with high stakes.

[+] Intolerable cruelty.

[+] Murder most foul.

Community Reviews(1)

cursedclarkeRoyal Road

★★★★ 4.0

Reading this manuscript is like watching a cathedral built, set on fire, then rebuilt with the ashes in the shape of something monstrous and holy. Almost like mine. It’s an unrelenting, imaginative, agonizing plunge into a world of divine coercion, unbearable light, and human fragility dressed in the armor of apotheosis. And I hated how much I loved it.
The story unfolds with the cruel majesty of myth, except unlike real myths, this one never gives its hero a clean arc or a god who’s even vaguely likable. What we’re presented with is a world that punishes as it elevates, exalts through annihilation, and reshapes its chosen not with benevolence, but with fire. The voice of Minerva, the all-seeing, uncaring divine, slices through the narrative with the exact tone of a cosmic bureaucrat performing vivisections on mortals as if assembling IKEA furniture. There is no compassion in this world’s light, only necessity. And that necessity burns.
Gabriel, the protagonist or rather the victim, depending on your mood, is not noble, not chosen in any meaningful way, and certainly not ready. But the story doesn’t care. His transformation is not redemptive, not cathartic, it is surgical, brutal, and carried out with all the warmth of a glacial tide. The prose tracks his disintegration and forced reassembly with the intensity of a neurological breakdown. This is a character who doesn’t “grow” so much as rupture. There is no becoming here. There is being re-forged, screaming, and coming out the other side unsure if you’re human anymore.
One of the most striking elements of the piece is its intimacy with pain. Not just physical pain, though that is rendered with an almost fetishistic detail, burning, splitting, gouging, flaying, but the emotional and existential pain of being remade without consent. There’s a cruelty in how the narrative lingers on Gabriel’s helplessness, the slow-motion horror of his own divinization. He is aware of every cell that burns. Every error Minerva observe