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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

Above, the sky was a tapestry of fire and void, the heavens split open by the presence of the Rift. Below, the streets had turned into a battlefield—arcane warriors clashed against horrors that should not exist, and the screams of the fallen were drowned beneath the war drums of the abyss.

But within the ruins of the palace, there was only silence.

And the sound of two blades clashing in the dark.

Eryndra's blade burned with golden radiance, fueled by every ounce of her will.

Thalos met her strike, his own sword pulsing with something darker—the power of the Rift itself.

Their weapons locked, and for a moment, they were close enough to see the ghosts in each other's eyes.

"Fight it, Thalos!" she gasped, pressing forward with all her strength. "You are not theirs!"

The words struck something deep within him.

Dark tendrils coiled around his limbs, burning eldritch sigils into his skin, urging him to cut her down.

Prove your loyalty, or be devoured.

The flicker in his stance. The way his grip faltered.

With a fierce cry, she twisted her blade, breaking their deadlock—then drove the hilt of her sword straight into his ribs.

The impact sent him staggering back.

It meant something was still human inside him.

Before he could recover, she lunged again, aiming not to kill—but to wake him up.

Their blades met once more, sending sparks flying through the ruins.

And for the first time since his return—

Thalos fought like the man he once was.

Not like a mindless soldier of the Rift.

But like Thalos Arctur, the man she once loved.

A deafening roar tore through the sky, shaking the very foundation of Vasthral.

A swirling vortex of abyssal energy descended upon the palace ruins, its presence warping reality with each pulse.

And the Rift did not tolerate defiance.

A shadowed figure emerged from the void, its form shifting, twisting—something neither man nor monster.

And it had come to take Thalos back.

Her instincts screamed at her to protect him.

Even knowing he might never truly be free.

Because the man standing before her was still Thalos.

And she would not watch him be taken again.

Her blade lit up with celestial fire, and without hesitation, she stepped between him and the Warden.

A woman who had already lost him once—and refused to lose him again.

Chapter 42: A Blade Between Us