Heir and the Fallen Gods

<p>I was not home.</p><p>The scorched earth told me that much.</p><p>Something had come. Not with fire or fury—just silence and power like it had been waiting.</p><p>The past was returning.</p><p>Our world was in danger.</p><p>I was the heir. And when my father died I became emperor of the North. But the throne wasn’t empty. Someone else was waiting—someone not ready to let it go.</p><p>I had no gift. No mark.</p><p>Just the legacy etched into my bones and the training they began the moment I could stand.</p><p>And now?</p><p>Now the world is watching to see if that’s enough.</p>