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Synopsis – The Abyssborn King

Betrayed. Murdered. Forgotten.

Once hailed as the strongest knight of Valcrest, Riven Aldric was a man of honor—until his own stepbrother stole everything from him. His title. His fiancée. His family. Then, with a blade through his heart, they cast him aside like trash.

But fate had other plans.

Reborn into the dreaded royal family of Vade, the sworn enemies of his past life, Riven now carries the blood of the abyss—a lineage feared for its mastery over darkness itself. No longer bound by the foolish chivalry that led to his downfall, he embraces his new path: the path of vengeance.

Now, he moves in the shadows, building an army of monsters, assassins, and outcasts—those who crave destruction as much as he does. The Valcrest Kingdom will fall, and when it does, he will be the one standing atop its ashes.

"If the light abandoned me, then I will embrace the abyss."

"And from its depths, I will rise as its king."

Dark fantasy | Revenge | Overpowered MC | No naive heroism

Abyssborn king

Riven stood at the balcony of his chamber, overlooking the sprawling blackened cityscape of Vade.

The chilling night air carried the whispers of the abyss. Shadows slithered beneath his feet, responding to his presence like living entities. The old him—the knight, the fool—would have hesitated at wielding such power.

"Honor is a lie. Power is the only truth."

The first step to revenge was not brute force—but strategy. And Riven would ensure that when he struck, it would be with a kingdom-shattering blow.

But he needed soldiers. Not knights bound by chivalry. Not warriors who fought for ideals.

He needed monsters—the kind that thrived in darkness.

The Underworld – Veil Syndicate Hideout

The heart of Vade's criminal empire pulsed with activity—mercenaries, thieves, and assassins drinking, gambling, and making deals soaked in blood. This was where men abandoned their souls for coin.

And at the center of it all sat Kael "The Phantom Blade."

The man who once served as Valcrest's greatest knight—until he betrayed them.

Kael sat alone, swirling dark wine in his glass, his long silver hair cascading over his face. The moment Riven stepped into the tavern, all eyes flickered toward him—then quickly looked away.

Kael smirked as Riven sat across from him. "The prince of shadows graces me with his presence," he mused. "What could you possibly want from a traitor like me?"

Riven leaned forward, his abyssal aura thickening.

ART OF WAR BEGINS