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In a world on the brink of destruction, Thalos Arctur, a once-powerless warrior, is thrust into a battle between light and dark. Gifted with a power beyond mortal understanding, he must confront the ancient and malevolent force known as the Harbinger of the Abyss, whose goal is to consume the very soul of the world. As the war between gods and mortals rages, Thalos’ journey becomes a path of self-discovery and immense sacrifice.

Bound to a destiny he never chose, Thalos struggles with the growing temptation of abyssal power that threatens to turn him into a weapon of destruction. But his resolve is tested when Eryndra, a fierce and loyal companion, helps him realize that true strength lies not in embracing darkness but in resisting it. Together, they fight to protect the fragile balance of their world, while uncovering the horrifying secrets that bind their fates together.

As battles intensify and the lines between good and evil blur, Thalos must decide whether to accept the Abyss and become its ruler, or defy it and risk his own soul. The outcome will decide not only his future but the fate of all who live in the shadow of the Rift. With friends, enemies, and ancient powers surrounding him, Thalos stands at the precipice of something far greater than he could have ever imagined.

A story of forbidden power, loyalty, and the cost of becoming a hero.

Forgotten king

Jorath's muscles still ached from the clash. His mind, however, burned even hotter.

Something that the gods feared. Something that the Forgotten One recognized. Something he refused to say.

Jorath's fingers twitched at his side. Every instinct screamed at him to demand answers, to force the truth from Thalos if necessary. But the look in Thalos' eyes—not anger, not even disappointment, but something closer to… pity—froze him in place.

"You are not ready for the truth."

The words still echoed in his head.

Nearby, Eryndra's expression was grim. Vauron's usual smirk was absent, his brows furrowed in deep thought. Even the air around them felt… off.

The Forgotten One had vanished—but its presence still lingered.

Jorath clenched his fists. Damn it.

"What now?" Eryndra finally asked.

Vauron exhaled sharply. "Now? We move before something worse decides to show up."

Jorath turned to Thalos. "You're leading the way, then?"

Thalos didn't respond right away. Instead, his golden eyes scanned the surroundings—calculating, measuring, weighing something unknown.

The unspoken weight in those words wasn't lost on anyone.

Leave. As in, leave this place. This battlefield of unseen forces.

Jorath wanted to fight it. He wanted to demand answers. But the exhaustion settling into his bones was undeniable. This wasn't a battle he could win. Not yet.

So he swallowed the frustration and turned away.

The world was moving toward something. A truth he wasn't meant to see.

But one way or another—he would reach it.

The Eternal Dominion – Council of the Veil

Far above mortal understanding, within the celestial realm of the Eternal Dominion, figures of immeasurable power sat upon thrones of creation itself.

Lysara, Goddess of Balance, drummed her fingers on the marble table, her silver eyes narrowed. "It spoke to him."

Callis Veradin, the Lord of Wisdom, exhaled through his nose. "Not just to him. To Thalos, as well."

A ripple of unease passed through the chamber.

Lysara's grip tightened. "We erased it. We buried it beneath time itself. And yet—"

The voice belonged to Sovaren, the Dawn Tyrant, ruler of the Dominion's celestial host. His presence was like the weight of a dying star, his very words bending the fabric of the chamber.

"Thalos should not have memory of the Veil."****"

Callis' voice was measured. "Perhaps he does not remember everything."

Lysara did not look convinced. "Even if he recalls only fragments, it is dangerous."

Sovaren's golden gaze turned toward the vast, shifting expanse beyond the chamber—a space where even gods dared not tread.

A place where the truth lay hidden.

His fingers curled into a fist. "It is already too late. The wheels have begun to turn."

Silence fell upon the Eternal Dominion.

And far beyond, beneath the endless sky of the mortal world—

Jorath unknowingly stepped deeper into the abyss of forbidden knowledge.

In a place that should not exist, something stirred.

The Forgotten One did not disappear. It simply moved somewhere else.

And it had seen something far worse.

A name that had been sealed away since the dawn of existence.

A presence turned toward the mortal plane.

The thing beyond the veil was listening.

Chapter 29: Shadows Upon the Dominion