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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."

The air inside the warehouse was thick with tension. Dust swirled through the dim light as Riven tightened his grip on his dagger, his green eyes flicking between Torsen and the guards still standing. The man who fought for fun—Lirian—stood beside him, cracking his knuckles with an eager smirk.

Torsen wiped blood from his lip, eyes narrowing. "You're not alone. Should've expected that."

Lirian tilted his head. "You should also expect a beating." He shot forward.

A guard swung a metal pipe at him. He ducked, twisting around with a precise strike to the man's wrist, making him drop the weapon. Before the guard could react, Riven slammed his knee into his chest, sending him crashing into a stack of crates.

Lirian, meanwhile, was pure chaos. He weaved between enemies, landing sharp, calculated blows that sent them tumbling like rag dolls. He grinned through the fight, as if enjoying every moment.

Torsen, however, wasn't backing down. He pulled a second gun from his belt and fired.

Riven barely dodged. The bullet grazed his shoulder, pain flaring through him. He clenched his jaw and pushed forward.

Lirian, faster than expected, closed the distance and landed a powerful kick against Torsen's wrist, knocking the gun away. "Not so tough without your toys, huh?"

Torsen growled, lunging at Lirian with a knife. Their blades clashed in the dim light, the sharp sound echoing through the warehouse.

Riven knew he couldn't let this drag on. He focused, analyzing the fight. Torsen was skilled, but he had openings.

Dashing forward, Riven ducked under a wild swing and delivered a precise strike to Torsen's ribs. The older man staggered, and in that split second, Lirian's fist connected with his jaw.

Lirian dusted off his hands. "Well, that was fun."

Riven exhaled, adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. "We need to move. More could be on their way."

He crouched beside Torsen, checking his pockets. A small, encrypted drive. This could be the lead he needed. He pocketed it and stood.

Before they could leave, footsteps echoed from outside.

Riven and Lirian exchanged a glance. No words were needed.

They bolted toward the back exit, slipping into the night as the enemy reinforcements stormed the warehouse behind them.

"A Blade in the Dark"