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In a world where the strong reign and the weak are left behind, Riven is nothing more than an afterthought—a boy overshadowed by his powerful allies, mocked for his insignificance. Yet, beneath his seemingly ordinary exterior lies a strength he dares not unleash.

When a devastating battle sends him plummeting into a forbidden land where no one survives, his allies mourn his death, believing their weakest link is gone forever. But Riven’s fall is only the beginning. Rescued by a mysterious figure, he endures a year of relentless training, forced to confront the truth about himself, his power, and the unseen forces shaping his destiny.

Now, when his friends stand on the brink of destruction, Riven returns—not as the weakling they once knew, but as a force beyond their comprehension. The world will soon learn that the boy they overlooked is the one who will burn through the shadows and reshape their fate.

But will his newfound strength be enough to stand against the unseen forces pulling the strings from the dark?

The battle for survival has begun. And in the end, only ashes will remain.

"Ashes of the Unseen."

A smirk played on the newcomer's lips as he cracked his knuckles. "You always get yourself into trouble, don't you, Riven?"

Relief flickered in Riven's chest, but he kept his stance firm. This wasn't over.

Torsen stumbled back, gripping his shoulder where the unexpected strike had landed. His gun had clattered to the floor, spinning against the metal crates. The guards hesitated, their confidence shaken by the sudden arrival of the new fighter.

Riven glanced at his ally. He was tall, lean, and exuded an aura of raw excitement. His fighting style wasn't about survival or necessity—it was about the thrill.

"About time," Riven muttered, rolling his shoulders.

His ally grinned, stepping forward. "You started the party without me. That's just rude."

Torsen snarled, regaining his footing. "Who the hell are you?"

The newcomer tilted his head. "Me? Just someone who enjoys a good fight." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "And lucky for you, I'm in the mood for one."

The guards surged forward, but Riven and his ally moved first.

Riven ducked under a swinging baton, twisting his body as he drove his knee into the attacker's ribs. The man staggered, but before he could recover, Riven grabbed his collar and slammed him against a crate, knocking him unconscious.

Beside him, his ally laughed, weaving through the battlefield like it was a dance. He sidestepped a punch, grabbed the attacker's arm, and flipped him over effortlessly. The man crashed onto the ground, groaning in pain.

"Too slow!" the fighter taunted, dodging another strike with ease. He retaliated with a powerful roundhouse kick that sent his opponent flying.

Riven barely had time to appreciate the spectacle before another guard lunged at him with a knife. He pivoted, deflecting the blade with his dagger. A swift elbow to the temple sent the man crumbling.

Torsen, seeing his men fall one by one, clenched his jaw. His eyes flicked to his fallen gun.

Before Torsen could dive for it, Riven was already moving. He kicked the weapon away, sending it sliding across the warehouse floor. Torsen cursed under his breath.

"You think this ends here?" Torsen growled.

The fighter beside Riven wiped his knuckles on his jacket. "No, but it ends for tonight."

Torsen's eyes darted around, calculating his next move. He had lost the fight, and he knew it. With a final glare, he turned and bolted toward the warehouse exit.

Riven started after him, but his ally grabbed his shoulder. "Let him go."

Riven frowned. "He has information."

"He also has backup," the fighter pointed out, nodding toward the distant sound of approaching footsteps. "We stick around, we'll be outnumbered fast."

Riven hesitated but knew he was right.

With one last glance at the retreating Torsen, he exhaled sharply. This wasn't over.

His ally slung an arm over his shoulder, grinning. "Come on, Riven. I say we call this a win."

Riven shook his head, a small smirk forming. "You just wanted an excuse to fight, didn't you?"

The fighter laughed. "You know me too well."

As they slipped into the night, Riven's mind raced. He didn't get the answers he wanted, but he had taken another step forward.

And with allies like this, he wasn't fighting alone.

The real war was only just beginning.

"The Unstoppable Duo"