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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 stood still, his pulse steady, but his mind was anything but calm.

The golden-eyed version of himself smirked, tilting his head like he was studying something amusing.

"I expected more of a reaction," he mused, resting his bloodstained sword against his shoulder.

Kael narrowed his eyes. "You're not me."

The other Kael sighed. "You say that, but here I am."

He took a step forward, and Kael instinctively gripped his weapon.

Something in the depths of his being recognized this man.

The way he moved. The weight in his stance.

"You're hesitating," the golden-eyed Kael observed. His smirk widened. "You're wondering how much of me is in you. How much of you… could become me."

Kael's grip on his sword tightened.

That was exactly what he was wondering.

This man—this version of him—had power. There was no doubt about that.

A force that Kael had glimpsed in the vision.

The golden-eyed version chuckled, taking another step forward. "I already told you."

"I am you. The part of you that you've been running from. The part that's always been there—waiting."

Kael frowned. "I don't accept that."

The golden-eyed Kael exhaled in amusement. "Of course, you don't. But it doesn't matter."

His eyes darkened, and the smirk disappeared.

"Because whether you accept it or not…"

A pressure crashed down upon the battlefield.

Like an unseen weight had wrapped around his entire body.

A force that was far too familiar.

The same presence that had lingered in the throne room.

The same presence that had seeped into his vision of destruction.

"You feel it, don't you?" the golden-eyed Kael murmured.

"The throne has already chosen you."

Kael refused to be baited. "What do you want?"

A blade rushed toward Kael's throat.

Their swords met, sparks flashing between them.

Kael pushed forward, but his golden-eyed counterpart didn't budge.

"Not bad," he mused. "But not enough."

A shockwave exploded from the golden-eyed Kael's body.

Kael was thrown backward, flipping midair before landing in a crouch.

When the air cleared, his counterpart stood in the same spot, completely at ease.

"You're holding back," he said, twirling his sword lazily. "That's the problem with you. Always restraining yourself. Always afraid."

Because deep down—he knew it was true.

The throne had given him strength. But it had also given him a choice.

His other self shook his head. "You'll never win like that."

Kael barely had time to react before—

The impact sent him skidding across the battlefield.

Kael dug his sword into the ground, stopping himself just in time to block the next attack.

The golden-eyed Kael loomed over him, their blades locked.

"You don't have to fight it," he whispered.

The answer would change everything.

Chapter 18: The Other Kael