The sky bled red.

In the heart of the kingdom, a grand execution platform stood silent. Crowds gathered, yet no one spoke. Their eyes fixed on the bound prince — once the heir to the throne, now branded a traitor.

Prince Kayan’s silver eyes burned like fire.
He stared at the men who had once called him brother, friend, and sworn ally — now betrayers.

“You will pay for this,” he said, voice low but sharp like a blade.
“Time remembers. So will I.”

The executioner raised his sword.
Lightning flashed. Thunder roared.

Then—
Darkness.

...

His eyes snapped open.

Soft bed. Young body. A mirror reflecting a face untouched by age.

“This... this is my room,” he whispered.

It was no dream. He had returned.
Ten years into the past.

He remembered everything—
Who betrayed him.
Who sentenced him to die.
And how it all began.

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