In a world where the law of jungle is the ultimate definition of survival, Power becomes the ultimate say of living.
In a world where the strong rules and weak gets ruled, Power becomes the sole identity of your existence.
And in a world where your life and death is decided by the strong, power becomes the sole option for your survival.
Infront of irrefutable power everything else is meaningless.
There is no Good or Bad, Right or wrong, Good or Evil. There is only Winners or Losers.
Winners decide what is right or wrong , Winners decide what is good or evil and Winners decide the history that is written.
And winners decide the absolute laws of your existence.
And winning is decided by Power. For in this world, power is absolute -
it determines who rises and who falls,
who commands and who obeys,
who lives….and who does not.
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As Arthur looked down, he saw a blade protruding from his chest, right where his heart should have been. Turning around, he came face to face with the person he had trusted most in the world - his lover. Her hand rested on the hilt of the blade, a smirk playing across her lips. Staring at her in disbelief, he asked the only question haunting his mind.
“Why?”
Glancing around, he saw the bodies of his comrades scattered across the battlefield, the very comrades he had fought to the death just moments ago.
As he felt the life slowly draining from his body, Arthur closed his eyes and accepted his fate - a consequence of placing his trust in the wrong people. But the moment darkness consumed him, he jolted awake in a different yet strangely familiar place.
What is his power, and why did his friends betray him? Will he uncover the answers hidden in both the past and the future? And most importantly… what is he going to do now?