LUCIENThe Angel of Wrath Some names are remembered. Others are felt. The Belland name hasn't echoed in courts or campaigns for years. But when a black horse carries a summons sealed in crimson, a quiet man is called from the vineyards of southern France into something far older than war. Lucien Adrien Belland never sought battle. He carries no banner. And yet, the world recoils when he walks through it.
His silence is not emptiness-but something forged. Watched. Waiting. With a blade that bears no legend, but leaves none alive to name it, Lucien is pulled into a path written long before his birth-a path of reckoning, of fire, and of something the world thought forgotten. This is not the story of a hero. It is the return of a voice the world buried too soon.
LUCIENThe Angel of Wrath Some names are remembered. Others are felt. The Belland name hasn't echoed in courts or campaigns for years. But when a black horse carries a summons sealed in crimson, a quiet man is called from the vineyards of southern France into something far older than war. Lucien Adrien Belland never sought battle. He carries no banner. And yet, the world recoils when he walks through it.
His silence is not emptiness-but something forged. Watched. Waiting. With a blade that bears no legend, but leaves none alive to name it, Lucien is pulled into a path written long before his birth-a path of reckoning, of fire, and of something the world thought forgotten. This is not the story of a hero. It is the return of a voice the world buried too soon.