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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 cold night wrapped around them as they moved swiftly through the ruined industrial zone. Broken roads and abandoned machinery created a maze of cover, but the distant hum of approaching vehicles made it clear—they were being hunted.

Seren kept her eyes on the tablet, monitoring the drones in the sky. "They're sweeping the area. We have about five minutes before they reach this sector."

Lirian scoffed. "Five minutes? That's plenty of time to make things interesting."

Riven shot him a glance. "We need to avoid them, not start another fight."

"Who said anything about a fight?" Lirian smirked, tossing a small device in his hand. "A few well-placed explosives will send them running in the other direction."

Seren sighed. "And alert the entire city to our location."

Riven ignored their bickering and scanned the area. They were near an old train yard, the rusted tracks stretching into the distance. Faded cargo containers lined the lot, providing perfect cover—if they moved fast enough.

"We go through the train yard," Riven decided. "It'll be harder for them to track us between the containers."

Seren nodded. "Good call. Let's move."

They sprinted toward the yard, keeping low to the ground. The sound of engines grew louder. The enemy was closing in.

As they reached the first row of containers, Seren tapped on her tablet. "Drones are moving in fast. If they spot us, we're done."

Riven motioned for them to keep moving, weaving through the narrow gaps between containers. He kept his grip on his dagger tight. The tension in the air was suffocating.

A mechanical whir sounded above them.

Riven looked up just as a drone's red scanner swept across their hiding spot.

Bullets rained down from the drone's turret. They dove behind cover as the impact sent sparks flying.

Lirian rolled onto his back, aiming his stolen rifle. "I got it."

He fired a precise shot, striking the drone's sensor. It flickered, sputtered, and spiraled downward, crashing into the metal ground.

"Nice shot," Seren said, already back on her tablet. "But now they know we're here."

Riven gritted his teeth. "Then we run."

They sprinted between the containers, dodging gunfire as more drones arrived. The train yard became a war zone, bullets pinging off steel walls as they pushed forward.

Finally, they reached the end of the yard—only to be met with headlights.

Black armored vehicles skidded to a stop, blocking their escape. Soldiers in tactical gear stepped out, their weapons aimed directly at them.

Torsen's voice echoed from a nearby speaker. "End of the line, Riven."

Riven's grip tightened on his dagger. The real fight was about to begin.

"The Pursuit Begins"