He watched his parents die with his name on the killer's lips.Not the name he grew up with. The other one. The one no one was supposed to know existed.The Black Heir.Now Lucien Veyron is sitting at the bottom of the world's most dangerous academy, officially a commoner with no rank and no past worth mentioning. Unofficially, something the academy doesn't have a classification for yet. His power shouldn't exist. His bloodline was sealed before he could walk. And somewhere in the dark, an entity that has erased entire civilizations is hunting specifically for him.Not to destroy him. To erase him. Permanently.Between him and oblivion stand six women who could end wars on their own. A strategist who sees a king in him before he sees it himself. A healer who sees the boy beneath the danger. A shadow that moves like death wearing a face. A fighter who respects nothing but strength. An oracle who goes pale every time she tries to read his future. And one relentless force of chaos who refuses to let him take himself too seriously.The academy thinks he is a threat.The enemy thinks he is a weapon waiting to go off.The truth is something neither side is ready for.He was not born to become powerful. He was born to end something that nothing else in existence can end.The only question is whether anything human survives the becoming.