I didn’t mean to fall into the novel. I just wanted to escape my life for a while—divorce papers, betrayal, the man I loved who turned out to be a monster. But now I’m *her*, Elara Veyne, the naive heroine about to marry Lord Kael Draven, a man history will call a tyrant. I know how this ends: blood, ruin, and a love that was never real. This time, I won’t say 'I do.' This time, I’ll rewrite the ending—before the ink dries on my fate.

When the relic pierced your palm, the dead began to speak. You didn’t ask for this—no one did. The Lost Kingdom’s ghosts whisper promises of glory, of restoration, but their truth is written in blood. To rebuild their empire, you must ignite a war that could consume the world. Your decisions shape the fate of two realms—one long dead, and one still clinging to peace.

You wake again at 6:00 a.m. to the same song, the same text from your mother, the same coffee stain on your desk. You’ve died twelve times already—each death more brutal than the last. Strangled in an alley. Poisoned at dinner. Burned alive in your apartment. The loop resets every midnight. But this time, something’s different. This time, you remember *her* smile—the one who wasn’t there before. Your decisions shape what happens next.