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Betrayed. Forgotten. Forsaken.

When Kael Ardyn, heir to the noble house of Ardyn, is framed for a crime he didn’t commit, his world crumbles in an instant. Branded a traitor, hunted like an animal, and cast into the dreaded Abyss, he is left to die in the depths where no mortal survives.

But Kael is no ordinary man. In the darkness of the Abyss, he awakens something ancient—something that should have never been disturbed. The Primordial Abyss speaks to him, offering knowledge, power, and vengeance beyond mortal comprehension.

Now reborn as the Abyssborn, Kael is no longer a forsaken noble. He is a harbinger of ruin, an entity that should not exist in the mortal realm. Armed with abyssal power and a thirst for retribution, he will ascend from the darkness and carve his legend into the world.

They thought they had buried him.
They thought they had won.
But from the shadows, the Forsaken King shall rise.

Abyssborn: The Forsaken King

The moment Kael's foot touched the abyssal path, a pulse ran through the void.

The throne ahead of him shuddered, cracks along its surface glowing with an eerie, shifting light—neither fire nor magic, but something older. Something alive.

Kael's breath was steady, but his muscles were tense. He didn't trust this. Didn't trust any of it. But turning back wasn't an option.

The path beneath him twisted, as though responding to his presence. With each step, whispers surged from the abyss. Some were faint, lost echoes of nameless souls. Others were sharp, like claws scraping against his mind.

Was this the judgment the shadowed figure spoke of?

Then, the moment he was a few steps away from the throne—

The abyss shattered. The ground beneath him vanished. The throne exploded into a hundred floating fragments, swirling in an endless storm of shadows.

Kael barely had time to react before the void pulled him in.

Instead, he stood within a vast, blackened battlefield.

A sky of crimson lightning stretched above. The ground beneath him was cracked, soaked in long-dried blood. Blades and spears jutted from the earth like the bones of forgotten warriors.

A throne, untouched by time, standing in the midst of the ruins.

It was the same one from his visions.

And seated upon it… was himself.

Or at least, something that looked like him.

The other Kael was clad in tattered royal garments, dark armor that pulsed with abyssal energy. His eyes were hollow, black voids swirling with ancient power. When he spoke, his voice echoed like a thousand voices layered atop one another.

Kael clenched his fists. "Then test me."

The other him tilted his head slightly. Then he raised a hand—

Shadows erupted from the ground, shifting into figures.

Warriors he had never seen, yet knew. Allies whose names burned at the edge of his consciousness. Betrayals that had yet to be remembered.

His blade materialized in his grip, a weapon of abyssal steel, as if summoned from the depths of his own soul. He met the first warrior head-on, his sword clashing against theirs in a burst of violet sparks.

But from the flood of memories that came with every strike.

Each enemy he cut down forced a vision into his mind—flashes of a war he had no recollection of starting, a kingdom that had been stolen from him, a betrayal that had cast him into the abyss.

In an instant, he was in front of him, striking with impossible speed.

Kael barely dodged, but the force of the attack ripped the air apart, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

"Who the hell are you?" Kael demanded, breathing heavily.

And for the first time, Kael saw what was etched into the blade's surface.

And the moment he laid eyes on it—

Chapter 10: The Throne’s Judgment