On the continent of Velkanis, a vast expanse stretching from the arid plains of the north to the mysterious jungles of the south, the kingdoms are divided by intricate power struggles, but all are united under the rule of the Drakarn Empire. Emperor Drakar IV, a man of immense political and military power, holds the reins of an empire that has conquered vast lands, but his eye cannot see every corner. The sun always seems to shine on Drakarn's throne, but the shadows extend faster than he could imagine.

  This world is not one of pure magic, but of selective magic: only those with the blessing of the Ancestors, called Aura Bearers, possess the gift of magic. The nobles and the most powerful warriors enjoy this privilege, while the rest of the population remains oblivious to the wonders that the chosen ones can perform. Martial arts, a blend of physical combat and aura control, are the art that defines social rank. Knights, though powerful, lack access to magic, but their combat prowess is undeniable.

  "For the past seven years, I have learned to play under the guise of an innocent child, while the world slowly revealed its secrets."

  From the moment my soul awoke in this new body, life had proceeded without major disturbances. The nobility had welcomed me, not as a simple orphan, but as a son given to the gods. Aurelius, that was my name, but within me, the only thing that resonated was the echo of Vorgath, the ancient tyrant king who knew every corner of human darkness.

  At seven years old, I was no ordinary child. My mind, as agile as the edge of a sword, processed information at a disconcerting speed. I learned about history, economics, swordsmanship, and above all, the power of this world, with a speed that baffled my teachers. Lady Lirien taught me to control my aura, that strange energy that seemed to flow within me, giving me a deeper connection to nature than any other human being.

  "Your aura is more powerful than you imagine, Aurelio. It's as if the wind itself responds to your wishes," she told me with a knowing smile.

  But Lord Arin, my other father, a man of iron will, trained me in the arts of physical combat. In his eyes, I saw a cold concern, as if he wished to prepare me for something more than a quiet life.

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  "A warrior must be more than a nobleman. He must be a leader. He must be in control," he told me, as he repeatedly showed me the art of swordplay, the art of merciless fighting.

  My training never ceased, and with each passing day, I became more than just a child prodigy. People saw me as the future of the Drakarn, the potential heir, and my fate seemed sealed. Yet, as I trained in all these disciplines, one question lingered in my mind: why was I reincarnated in this body?

  My parents loved me, yes, but they were still noble. Serious. Tyrants, at times. Their affection was rigid, conditioned by respect for traditions, by fear of what others would say, by the expectations of the Empire. Although they raised me as their son, I knew we would never be equals.

  Years passed, and my skills grew. In secret, I studied old grimoires I found in the castle libraries. Magic, enchantments, forbidden history. I immersed myself in arcane knowledge, searching for answers, searching for clues about my reincarnation, about the power it awakened within me.

  I had realized that I was no ordinary child. My parents didn't know that my aura was beyond their comprehension. At times, I felt my power could surpass that of many nobles in this world, but I remained silent, playing the role of a gentle and obedient child.

  Everything seemed to continue uneventfully until that afternoon. My life changed in the most unexpected way.

  Tragedy struck without warning.

  It was a quiet, almost warm night. The servants were rushing to prepare for the nobility's feast, while my family prepared to receive the dignitaries. No one could have foreseen what would happen.

  A betrayal from within. In the blink of an eye, I was surrounded. The entire palace was in chaos. A sack was thrown over my head. The screams instantly died away. Darkness embraced me, and a feeling of helplessness invaded me. I couldn't see, I couldn't move.

  The last image before I fell into complete emptiness was that of Lady Lirien, standing in front of my room, a look of pain and terror on her face.

  I didn't understand. How? Why?

  My life, which had been going on like a perfect plan, was taken away in an instant.