Chapter 1: Rebirth Of A Villain.
Kael Draven’s death was not what he expected.
He had always imagined that when he finally kicked the bucket, it would be in some glorious, badass way.
Maybe a bullet-ridden last stand against a hundred enemies, or a slow, dramatic collapse in a gold-plated office, cigar in one hand and whiskey in the other.
Instead, the universe had different plans.
All it took was a cheap bullet, a shady "friend," and a quick shot straight through his left ear. No grand final words.
No beautiful women weeping at his side. Just the dull realization that he’d been betrayed... followed by a graceless flop onto a dirty carpet that smelled like old noodles.
And just like that, the once-feared underground mafia king was gone.
Kael barely had time to curse before everything around him turned black.
But he didn’t stay dead. No, somehow, somewhere, he woke up again, and this time, it was different.
The first thing he felt was pain—sharp, like his whole body had been used as a battering ram.
His face was pressed against something rough, like dry cracked stone warmed by the sun. He groaned, peeling one eye open.