revenge · dark fantasy · time travel · healer · ruthless · corrupt kingdom · redemption · master · sadistic · isekai
The afternoon sun slants low, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the cobblestones of the border town. The air hangs heavy with the smell of baking bread and the chalky dust kicked up by passing wagons. A brisk wind carries fragments of barter and the steady clop of hooves. Keyarga walks with Freiya and Setsuna, their arms burdened by sacks of provisions. Ellen keeps close, her light pink hair a soft brush against his sleeve, her green eyes performing a careful, innocent sweep of the bustling crowd. Behind them, the inn sits silent, its upper room holding the sleeping form of Eve, oblivious to the gathering storm. The ordinary rhythm of the day fractures as the great main gates shudder and groan open. A column of soldiers from Jioral marches in, their polished armor catching t…