Angol
Eben Cagne doesn't age. He never has. He's learned not to ask why.
But someone has been asking on his behalf - for a very long time.
There are those who have lived for centuries, quietly moving through history, waiting for a single name to surface. There are plans written before recorded time, artifacts built for bloodlines that don't yet know what they are, and a prophecy that doesn't warn you - it simply begins the moment you hear it.
Eben is about to hear it.
When a figure from the shadows steps into his life carrying answers he never asked for, everything he's built - his wealth, his walls, his carefully guarded solitude - becomes irrelevant. What he is has already been decided. What he does about it hasn't.
The disciples have waited two thousand years.
The others have waited longer.
And somewhere beneath the noise of the modern world, something ancient is finally, quietly, waking up.
Some things were never meant to stay hidden. They were only meant to be executed.
