He was once a renowned mercenary, a name whispered with both respect and caution across the realms.
For over a millennium, he had carved out a reputation, not through reckless bravado or high-stakes battles, but through careful pragmatism. While others sought glory on bloody battlefields, he thrived on safety and certainty, choosing only the contracts he knew he could complete.
For hundreds of years, his philosophy kept him alive, his wealth growing, and, most importantly, his family safe. Hidden away on a secluded island, far from the dangers of his trade, five generations of his bloodline lived in peace. He had built a sanctuary for them, a place untouched by the violence of the world.
But all it took was one mistake.
One moment of miscalculation. One contract he should have refused.
The mission had seemed simple—another well-paying client, another task well within his expertise.
But it had gone terribly wrong. Someone important had died.
