The King Who Refused to Die
For the first time in seven hundred years...
Lucian Nightshade felt something he thought he had forgotten.
Peace.
Not because the war was over.
Not because the danger had disappeared.
But because the curse was gone.
The mark that had followed him through centuries.
The reminder of his greatest failure.
The chain that connected his existence to pain.
Gone.
He stood in the middle of the battlefield, staring at his wrist.
No darkness.
No burning.
No ancient magic waiting to take everything away.
Just skin.
Just him.
And somehow...
That terrified him more than the curse ever had.
Because for centuries, he had known who he was.
The cursed king.
The immortal warrior.
The man who survived because he had to.
But without the curse...
Who was Lu
