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Miracle Eye

Royal_Demon
The rain had a taste of blood the evening Kael Azrion perished. He'd collapsed in the alley where kings never cared to glance and gods never heeded, his breathing shallow, his chest broken, eyes growing dull. The world kept going on without him—just as it always did. No retribution. No justice. Just silence. Memories gnawed at his brain—faces he had considered friends, decisions that brought him here, and the condemning knowledge: I was never supposed to live in this world. He laughed. A harsh, acid taste that spilled blood from his mouth. "I shouldn't have been born." Darkness consumed him. And then—light. But not redemption. Not peace. He awoke under a bloody sky in an age both ancient and ruined, his right eye searing with power that wasn't of this world. He saw the past… the lies… the rot that defined existence. The Miracle Eye had chosen him. Or cursed him. Kael arose from the fire of his own grave with one truth resonating through his soul: This time, I won't get broken
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