Three Years Dead: His Soulmate's Return

Three years.

Three long years since I died for Kaelen Thorne, Lord of Blackwood Manor, battling a magical storm that threatened us all.

But as I lay dying, he shielded her, the woman he truly favored, dismissing me as "a pale imitation, a mere convenience."

My last breath was a choked whisper of disbelief, fueling a hatred so profound it tore my soul from my body, anchoring it to this desolate, storm-swept graveyard.

For three years, I wandered the Grey Wastes, a spectral entity consumed by bitter malice, until I found myself screaming at his grave, a furious phantom.