book-bomb

They called the Eternal Sun the light of the world. Humanity believed them. Governments bowed to them. Children grew up wanting to join them. For as long as anyone could remember, the Eternal Sun stood as the one unshakeable truth in a world full of uncertainty — protectors, heroes, the hand that kept the darkness back. He believed it too. Once. He gave them everything. His loyalty. His years. His blood. He followed orders without question and called it purpose. Until the day he found something he wasn''''t supposed to find — and the hand he had spent his life serving pressed a blade to his throat without hesitation. He died on his knees in their grand hall, surrounded by people who had already forgotten his name. He should have stayed dead. Instead he woke up. Younger. Weaker. Back at the beginning of a life he had already lived — in a world that still believed the lie, in a body that remembered nothing of the man he had become, with a mind that remembered everything. He is not here for a second chance. He is not here to save anyone. He has one purpose. And he will burn through everything he has — everything he is — until it is finished. The Eternal Sun casts its light across the world. He intends to stand in front of it. Some shadows are not born from darkness. They are made by those who stand against the light.