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Throne of the Eclipse: Rise of the King

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In a world ruled by bloodlines, prophecy, and ancient power, only one child is meant to be born during the Eclipse. This time, there are seven. And one of them... is a boy from the slums. Caelan grew up with nothing—no noble name, no future, and no father. Only his mother, a defiant healer, kept him alive through the brutal streets of Veridan. But when she’s executed for a crime she didn’t commit, something inside Caelan snaps—and the world changes with it. Lightning dies. Shadows writhe. The air shatters. Whispers call him Heir. Marked. Chosen. But Caelan feels nothing like a savior. Just a broken boy haunted by grief, hunted by nobles, and bound to a power he doesn’t understand. Across the fractured kingdoms, the other heirs rise—princes, assassins, warlocks, and mad prophets—all vying for the Eclipse Throne. War brews in the shadows. Betrayal stalks every step. And something ancient has begun to stir beneath the surface of the world... something that remembers what the throne was truly meant to become. To survive, Caelan must wield steel, master the arcane Weave, and carve a path through monsters, tyrants, and gods. He was born without power. But he’ll take it with blood.
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