War is only noise to me. The thunder of bombs, the screams of men, the stench of smoke and blood—it all fades when I walk among them. Soldiers think they fight for kings and nations, but the truth is simpler: they fight on ground that already belongs to me. I am Kael Draven, and I was never meant to be forgotten. For centuries, they whispered my name like a curse, then buried me in myth when they no longer had the courage to face what I am. But the world has burned itself into a perfect stage for my return, and I will not be content to linger in the shadows any longer. I do not bow to nations. I do not bleed for causes. I take what I want. The underworld calls me enemy. Armies call me a monster. Men call me death itself. They are all correct. Yet none of them matter—not when I have found the one soul who dares to resist me. She is fragile enough to break in my hands, yet fierce enough to make me hunger in ways blood never could. She thinks she can run. She thinks she can hate me. She thinks she has a choice. But the moment her eyes met mine, the world ceased to belong to generals, kings, and monsters. It belonged to us. To me. And I will burn every nation to ash before I ever let her go.