Ember of Vengeance: The Ascendancy of the Purple Flame

The wind cuts through the ruins like a knife, cold against my skin, but it's nothing compared to the fire inside me. I stand where my clan once lived, where my wife laughed and my daughter played, and all that's left now is ash. I can still smell the smoke, still hear their screams-echoes of a life ripped away. The emperor did this. He feared me, feared what I would become, so he destroyed everything. He sent his men, his executioners, and they left me broken. Tortured. They thought they could break my spirit.

But all they did was awaken something darker.

My hair turned white, my heart black, and the flames... the flames turned purple, a curse and a weapon. I wear his crown now. I sit on his throne. I rule in his name, but this is no victory. It's a mask, a lie. I am not his successor. I am his downfall.

He just doesn't know it yet. But soon, he will.

Wanna know how this ends? Stay close. You won't want to miss it.