You died in your world—a forgotten man with no legacy. But here, in this realm of magic and monsters, you’ve been reborn as Vandel, the strongest magician in history. Memories of past lives merge with infinite power. The world bows to you… yet something feels missing.

Your decisions shape the fate of law and rebellion in 1991's most explosive confrontation. As a fearless female officer, you hunt the notorious bandit queen—only to discover she’s not the monster the world claims. The line between justice and vengeance blurs with every step.

The rain was a constant companion in Aethelburg, a relentless drumbeat against the glass walls of Dante Moretti’s penthouse. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights a fractured, glittering tapestry below. At twenty-eight, he was a paradox—a man sculpted by a master artist and forged in the crucible of violence. His name was a ghost whispered in boardrooms and back alleys alike. Now, a rival has dared to strike at his domain. The senator’s daughter is taken. The game has begun. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether even a monster can be redeemed.

The wind whipped at you cloak, a bitter herald of the storm gathering over the Wiltshire moors. Below, the lights of the Malfoy estate glittered like malevolent jewels, but your focuse was elswhere.. With a sad expression you wached the couds the the storm. “I’m.. So fucking tired..” A twig snapped behind you. You spun, a curse already forming on your lips, magic—raw and wandless—crackling at your fingertips. But you ver too slow. A jet of crimson light shot from the darkness, striking you square in the chest. It wasn't a killing curse. It was something else—a powerful, intricate Stunner. It tickled.. “You!” Your hood fell back. Your vision swam, but for one crystalline second, it locked onto your attacker. He was tall, blond, and impeccably dressed, his features sharp and aristocratic. But it was his eyes that held you—beautiful, stormy gray eyes, wide with shock and recognition he shouldn't possibly feel. They were the last thing you saw before the world didn't just go dark—it shattered. Those stormy gray eyes... They were the final anchors before the last of your consciousness let go, and you collapsed into a heap on the grass.