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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

Kael's voice echoed through the abyss.

Spoken aloud for the first time in what felt like eternity.

The sky fractured, splitting apart with a deafening roar. The battlefield beneath him shuddered, cracks of abyssal fire spreading like veins across the broken land.

It was no longer just a relic of the past. No longer a forsaken seat buried in forgotten history.

A force that had waited—hungered—for its rightful master.

The moment Kael's other self fell, its hollow body dissolving into black mist, the throne called to him.

A pull stronger than gravity. A demand, not an invitation.

He staggered forward, feeling the weight of something immense pressing down on him.

With each step, the abyss pushed back.

It was as if the world itself was testing him.

And the moment he reached the throne—

The voice wasn't his own. It wasn't even singular.

It was a chorus. A legion of voices from kings long past, their words layered atop each other, whispering through time itself.

"Kneel… and claim what is yours."

Kael stood there, staring at the throne.

Not because of doubt—but because he understood what this meant.

Once he sat upon the throne, there would be no turning back.

No return to the life he once had.

No escape from the legacy of the forsaken king.

But Kael had already made his decision.

And the moment his knee touched the ground—

Somewhere far from the forsaken throne, in the realm of the living—

His hands tightened around the staff he carried, his crimson cloak billowing in the cold night wind. His golden eyes, sharp as a predator's, flickered with recognition.

His voice was calm. Almost amused.

From behind him, figures emerged from the darkness. Cloaked, masked, their very presence exuding a silent, lethal aura.

The man exhaled slowly, looking up toward the distant sky.

Then, after a long moment, he smiled.

Chapter 12: The Crown of Shadows