Therionas

Ravien Duskbane, the youngest and most feared admiral in history, believed in only one thing: victory.
Praised for his brilliance, feared for his ruthlessness—everything was under his control.
Until one night, he woke up in a body that wasn’t his.

Now, he was trapped in the body of a forgotten character from a novel he could barely remember.


And worst of all? This body could not die.

Every wound healed. Every attempt at death ended in failure.
Even his one desire—death—was denied to him. But Ravien refused to submit.

If he was truly going to die, it wouldn’t be as someone weak or insignificant.

First, he would rise.
Then, he would conquer.
He would bring the world to its knees.

And in the end, he would reach the peak—just to find a death worthy of him.


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[General Content Warning – Please Read Before Proceeding]

Dear reader,

This novel explores many shades of darkness.
Throughout the story, you will encounter graphic violence, bodily distortion (body horror), psychological breakdown, unethical experimentation, and scenes that test the limits of human nature.

Though purely fictional, the writing may at times feel disturbingly real.

It may not be suitable for sensitive readers.

But if you're ready to step into the darkness—

Welcome.


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(EXTRA TAGS: Gore, Body Horror, GodComplex, Corruption Arc, Psychological Horror, Dark Fantasy)

NOVEL’S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak

In the middle of the caravan, Ravien's attention was caught by a horse.

It was more delicately built compared to the others, but there was something different about its posture.

It was as if the creature was aware of its surroundings—it wasn't moving, held its head high, and calmly yet attentively observed everything around it.

Ravien's gaze traveled from its neck down to its legs, then to its eyes.

Physically, it was weaker; its ribcage stood out, and its muscles were slender. But rather than being put off by that, Ravien found himself even more intrigued.

Unlike the others, this horse didn't react with small, nervous twitches. Instead of flinching at the slightest movement, it stood firmly in place.

It was composed. And that was exactly what Ravien liked about it.

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