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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 still buzzed with tension after the masked figure disappeared into the shadows. The distant sound of sirens echoed through the ruined city, signaling reinforcements. They had no time to waste.

"We need to move," Riven said, gripping his dagger tightly. "That was just a scouting unit. Torsen won't let this go."

Seren checked her tablet, her fingers moving rapidly across the screen. "They've locked down all major exits. If we don't leave now, we're trapped."

Lirian loaded another round into his rifle. "Then we make our own exit."

Riven scanned their surroundings. The train yard stretched behind them, the wrecked train cars offering partial cover. Ahead, the remains of an industrial factory loomed, its rusted framework silhouetted against the night. Smoke rose from shattered windows, and the faint glow of molten metal flickered inside.

Riven made a decision. "We go through the factory."

Seren hesitated. "That place is unstable. One wrong move and—"

"Would you rather stay here and wait for Torsen's men?" Riven cut in.

She sighed, tucking her tablet away. "Fine. Let's move."

They sprinted toward the crumbling factory, slipping through a gap in the rusted gates. Inside, the air was thick with heat. Pools of molten metal glowed like miniature suns, their reflections dancing on the steel beams overhead. Machinery groaned under its own weight, the occasional spark bursting from hanging cables.

A sudden explosion outside shook the ground.

They raced through the factory, weaving between fallen support beams and conveyor belts covered in dust. The sounds of approaching boots echoed behind them.

Riven barely had time to react before a bullet struck the railing near his head, sending metal shards flying.

Seren pulled out a smoke grenade and tossed it behind them. The factory filled with thick white mist, masking their movements.

Riven spotted a stairwell leading up to a catwalk. "There! If we get to the roof, we can escape!"

They climbed the stairs two at a time. Below, the soldiers shouted orders, firing blindly into the smoke. A few bullets ricocheted off the metal structures, but none hit their mark.

As they reached the top, a metal door blocked their way.

Lirian slammed his shoulder against it. "Locked!"

Riven didn't hesitate. He drew his dagger, jamming it into the door's weak spot. With a sharp kick, the rusted lock snapped, and the door swung open.

The rooftop stretched before them, a network of vents and chimneys. Beyond it—freedom.

But as they stepped out, a figure was already waiting for them.

"You've been a thorn in my side for too long," he growled, cracking his knuckles. "It's time to end this."

Riven's grip tightened on his dagger.

This was going to be a fight they couldn't avoid.

"Escape Through Fire"