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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 bolted upright, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body was drenched in sweat, the echoes of the dream still clawing at the edges of his mind. The whispers from the void, the figure in the distance, the feeling that something had reached out to him—it felt too real.

The fire had burned low, casting flickering shadows against the gnarled trees surrounding their camp. His heartbeat thundered in his chest.

Thalos stood a few feet away, his golden gaze illuminated by the dying fire's glow. Unblinking. Unreadable.

Jorath swallowed hard. "You're awake."

Thalos tilted his head slightly, as if considering something, before finally responding. "So are you."

A chill crawled down Jorath's spine.

Something about the way Thalos said it felt wrong.

Jorath's muscles tensed instinctively as he turned. His hand drifted toward his weapon.

A second later, Eryndra stepped into view. Her violet eyes flicked between them, her stance wary.

"What the hell is going on?" she whispered, voice tight.

Jorath exhaled sharply. He wasn't sure he had an answer.

Far above the mortal realm, the Eternal Dominion trembled.

The gods had not spoken in unison for centuries.

But now, their voices clashed like a storm of divine will, shaking the foundation of their realm.

Sovaren sat upon his radiant throne, silent amidst the chaos. The power radiating from him was immense, yet controlled. His silver gaze was unreadable as he listened.

Back at the camp, the tension was palpable.

Eryndra crossed her arms. "You both look like you've seen a ghost."

Jorath hesitated. His mind replayed the vision—the abyss, the whispers, the eyes that had recognized him.

Thalos, however, remained calm. Too calm.

Eryndra's fingers twitched toward the dagger at her side.

Thalos exhaled. "Not here. Not directly." His golden eyes gleamed in the dim firelight. "But we are no longer unseen."

The words sent a chill through Jorath.

Eryndra narrowed her eyes. "And how the hell do you know that?"

For the first time, Thalos hesitated.

The weight of his words settled over them like a suffocating fog.

Jorath exchanged a glance with Eryndra.

Neither of them believed Thalos was telling them the whole truth.

A figure descended from the heavens, cloaked in divine light. His presence alone warped reality, bending the very air around him.

His armor gleamed like the sun, yet his eyes held no warmth. Only purpose.

Behind him, more figures followed—silent, unwavering.

And annihilate all who stood in their way.

Chapter 32: Whispers of the Abyss