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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

The fissure in the sky expanded, stretching impossibly wide, until it became something far worse than an open wound—it was an abyssal gateway.

Jorath felt his soul strain against an unseen force. It wasn't magic, wasn't divine power—it was something that shouldn't exist.

The air around Thalos warped. Shadows coiled at his feet, spiraling unnaturally, like tendrils reaching for their master.

The Harbinger of the Abyss stood motionless, its jagged mask unreadable, but Jorath could sense something behind it.

And from within its depths—figures began to emerge.

At first, they looked human. Cloaked in tattered black, their faces hidden behind dark veils.

But as they stepped forward, their bodies distorted.

Their limbs twisted and bent at unnatural angles.

Their movements lagged, like echoes of something that had already happened.

Yet they walked forward, unaffected.

Jorath's hands trembled. "The Forgotten Ones…"

They were myths. Stories whispered by scholars who had stared too long into the unknown.

Creatures that did not belong to this world—beings that had been erased from history, yet still existed.

The Harbinger raised its hand. The chains coiled tighter, humming with an unholy resonance.

"The Forsaken Throne calls you, Ashen King."****"

He simply stared at the figures emerging from the Rift, his golden eyes reflecting nothing but cold calculation.

The air thickened. The sky darkened.

Eryndra grabbed his arm. "Tell me you saw that."

These things, these creatures that should not exist—

They had just acknowledged Thalos as their king.

And Thalos—he hadn't rejected it.

"Take your place upon the Throne."

The air shuddered as the Rift expanded once more.

Something massive stirred beyond it.

Jorath knew—if that thing crossed over…

There would be no world left to save.

But Thalos simply lifted his hand—

Chapter 36: When the Abyss Calls