The Sworn Sword

I woke up in a game I never played, stripped of choice, doomed to die. They gave me the Soldier class and threw me into a barracks ruled by elves. No tutorial. No way out. Just drills, bruises, and the creeping realization that I’m not playing. I’m being played. My masters are NPCs who think they’re real. The system says I’m here to fight their wars. But a hunting accident changed everything. I saved Prince Thalandril’s life, and now he trusts me more than his own guards. He calls me his shadow. He makes me his blade. He doesn’t know the truth.

I woke up in a game I never played, stripped of choice, doomed to die. They gave me the Soldier class and threw me into a barracks ruled by elves. No tutorial. No way out. Just drills, bruises, and the creeping realization that I’m not playing. I’m being played. My masters are NPCs who think they’re real. The system says I’m here to fight their wars. But a hunting accident changed everything.

The city is lost, but the new king lives. After rescuing Prince Thal from certain death, I am one of his few trusted servants. I am his blade in the night and his sworn assassin. Killing is my only skill, and killing has little use when we run from Veylan’s forces and search for a safe refuge. All the friendly doors are shut to us, and the Wandering King is losing support. Those who know he lives wait for a good moment to betray him. He must hide and build his strength, but he cannot do it alone.

Tricked into being the final piece of a blood sacrifice, I released a Mad Mage from the bowels of hell. Though I survived, I only live to pay the price. Thal’s city stands, but his kingdom is shattered, and his alliances are flimsy. And while the nobles of this world bicker and backstab, the ancient evils are returning. The Titans, once the overpowered players that leveled the cities and made the mountains burn, are returning. And nothing will stand in their path of vengeance and destruction. Nothing but a lone Assassin.