⚠️ Content Warning: This novel contains graphic violence, dark themes, torture scenes, and psychological horror. The story explores betrayal, revenge, and the darker side of human nature. I was born in the dirt of an orphanage, a shadow working as a cleaner under the brutal reign of King Leo. My life was defined by the weight of others’ boots; I was maltreated by every petty leader and young noble. To them, I was nothing. They called me useless, a mirror of the father I never knew. Even I was a stranger to my own history. Everything changed the day the world went dark. I fell into a slumber so deep it felt like death, waking not in the filth of the servant quarters, but upon a vast, endless water. I stood there, scanning the horizon, until I saw it: The Bone of God. Nobles whispered of this relic in hushed, greedy tones. They had spent lifetimes searching for it. Yet here it was, manifesting in the subconscious of a peasant. It didn’t wait. It surged toward me like thunder, tearing through my spirit. Agony wracked my body. Blood dripped from my mouth as I floated, suspended in the air. My eyes burned like molten lava. A searing transformation I had no choice but to endure… until the reality of the whip brought me back. “Idiot! Useless thing!” Kael, heir to the throne, stood over me. I rose with my head bowed, as always—but the submission was a lie. The phantom heat of the Bone still simmered in my marrow. Kael shoved me, golden armor flashing against my rags, sending me sprawling toward the guards. Their swords were drawn—execution for any soul tied to darkness. I froze. My throat tightened. He pushed harder until I hit my knees. “Tie him. Take him to the execution ground,” Kael commanded, bored cruelty dripping from his voice. I was led before the crowd like a beast. The air thickened with their whispers: “Evil boy… wicked… useless… kill him.” The weight pressed on my chest, making me pray to see my parents just once before the end. I lowered my face, the shameless wretch they expected to see. But beneath the surface, the Bone of God had already begun to react. As the executioner raised his blade, only one question remained: Will this power save me, or devour what is left of my soul?