Prince Arthur Aethersworn of Tashran was born without magic, an heir in name, a pawn in truth. In a palace gilded with spellcraft and silence, he is raised beneath a crown he can never wear, watched closely by a father who sees failure where others see a son.

When a shadowed figure appears, either tether to madness or thread to something greater, Arthur is offered a choice: stay and rot beneath the weight of tradition, or seek the Dragon’s Eyes, a long-lost power said to bend the world to its bearer’s will.

To take them is treason. To fail is death. But to succeed... Is to take back everything.

As he risks blood, loyalty, and the last pieces of who he once was, Arthur begins to reshape his fate, not just to escape, but to seize the kingdom that cast him aside.

Embark on Arthur's journey, an adventure where casting aside one’s humanity becomes a path, not a barrier to untold power.

He felt no pain. No wounds. Only the weight of change, humming quietly beneath his skin.


Something tugged at him then. Not from the surface. Not from the sky. From below.


Arthur's eyes narrowed. The sea, still heavy with ruin, whispered to him. Not in words, not in thoughts, but in pull. The faint throb of Greed stirred in his chest, a quiet hunger echoing against the remnants of the deep.


He reached inward, not to summon strength to claim. The way a tide claims a shore. The way a grave claims a name.


Chapter 307 - The Heir of Hunger