VoidSpecter

Kael Draven, once the feared Abyssal Warlord, was betrayed and executed by the gods. But as his soul faded into the void, an ancient entity—the Abyssal Will—offered him a second chance.

Reborn 500 years in the past, Kael awakens with the Abyss Tyrant System, a power capable of reshaping destiny itself. No longer bound by fate, he sets out to build an empire, crush those who betrayed him, and ascend beyond the reach of the divine.

But as Kael rises, so do forgotten horrors lurking in the shadows of history. Will he become the world's savior or its greatest nightmare?

The Abyssal Tyran

The march through the ruins had been silent. Too silent.

Aric Velian kept his sword drawn, his instincts screaming that something was wrong. The air itself felt heavier, and an unnatural mist curled around the knights' legs as they advanced deeper into the Forsaken Kingdom of Eldrin.

His lieutenant, Cedric, rode beside him. "Sir, the men are uneasy."

"They should be," Aric muttered. His grip on his sword tightened. "This place is wrong."

The knights moved in formation, torches casting flickering light against the ruined buildings. The eerie howls had ceased, but their absence was even more disturbing.

It came from the rear. Aric spun around just in time to see one of his knights dragged into the mist, his torch dropping to the ground.

"Form up!" Aric barked. "Shields up! Stay together!"

The knights obeyed, forming a tight defensive ring. The mist thickened. Shadows moved within it.

A knight standing to Aric's left let out a gurgled cry as spectral claws ripped through his chest. His body turned gray before crumbling into dust.

Another knight was lifted off the ground by an invisible force, his armor crumpling as if unseen hands were crushing him.

"The wraiths!" Cedric shouted, swinging wildly. His sword met nothing but air.

Black shapes lunged from the mist. Shadow Hounds ripped through steel and flesh, their glowing eyes burning with abyssal hunger.

Aric swung his blade in a precise arc, cutting one beast in half, but more took its place.

His knights were being annihilated.

In the chaos, Aric heard a voice—deep, smooth, dripping with amusement.

"You expected to fight the darkness… but did you prepare to be consumed by it?"

A lone figure stepped forward. Cloaked in flowing black, his eyes glowed crimson, his very presence exuding a suffocating pressure.

Aric felt a shiver of recognition. This presence… it was ancient. It was wrong.

The Abyssal Tyrant smiled. "So you remember."

Aric's heart pounded. This thing before him should not exist. The Divine Order had erased him from history, wiped out every remnant of the Abyss.

Yet he stood there, more powerful than ever.

Aric steadied his blade. "We will purge you from this world. Again."

Aric barely had time to react before a crushing force gripped his throat. His feet left the ground.

Kael held him effortlessly in the air, abyssal energy crackling around his fingers.

"Purge me?" Kael's voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of death. "You do not even understand what you are fighting."

Aric struggled, his holy aura flickering as he tried to resist. His body trembled, his vision darkening. The Abyss was invading his mind, corrupting his very soul.

His knights were already dead. There was no salvation.

"Submit," Kael commanded. "Or be erased."

Aric's vision blurred. His will faltered. His soul burned.

The last thing he saw before everything went black… was Kael's glowing red eyes.

[Inquisitor Aric Velian has fallen.]

[Attempting Abyssal Conversion…]

[Success! Aric Velian has become an Abyssal Knight.]

Chapter 10 – The Hunters Become the Hunted