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Veilborn – Synopsis

Betrayed. Beaten. Left for dead.

Cassian Voss was born of imperial blood, yet treated as nothing more than a pawn—a forgotten son in the shadow of a tyrant. When the emperor forces him into a death duel for his own amusement, Cassian loses everything. His family is executed. His body is shattered. His name is erased.

But some men are too stubborn to die.

Dragged from the depths of the empire’s waste pits, Cassian claws his way back with nothing but his rage, his scars, and the whispers of something ancient—something that should have never been awakened. Umbrafang, a blade of forgotten origins, has chosen him. And with its power, Cassian will carve his path through the empire that cast him aside.

Yet vengeance is only the beginning.

The empire is a beast with many heads—noble houses vying for power, generals who have never lost a war, and an emperor who once brought nations to their knees. And in the shadows, something far more terrifying stirs—a force older than Vordania itself, watching, waiting.

As Cassian rises, so does the chaos. A new rebel known as The Rising Sun emerges, a challenger to the throne Cassian seeks. And beyond them both, an ancient darkness whispers from the void, promising power beyond measure… at a price.

In this brutal game of kings and gods, who will reign, who will fall, and who will be consumed?


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A tale of vengeance, war, and the making of legends. This is Veilborn. The world will remember his name.

ASHES OF VORDANIA: BLOOD AND OATH

The stench of death filled Cassian's nostrils—rotting flesh, blood, decay. Something wet and warm dripped onto his face. His body refused to move, pinned beneath the weight of the dead. His family's blood still stained his skin.

A sharp, searing pain burned in his chest, where the executioner's sword had run him through. His hands trembled as he reached for the wound, expecting to feel nothing but torn flesh. Instead, he found something else—jagged ridges, a deep scar that pulsed as if alive.

The blade had killed him. So why was he still here?

The whisper slithered through his skull. It was neither voice nor thought—it was something else. A presence, lingering in the shadows of his mind.

Was it madness? Or something worse?

Cassian gasped for air, his lungs burning. He forced his body to move, pushing against the weight of the corpses piled on top of him. Rotten limbs, sunken eyes, open mouths frozen in silent screams. The discarded dead.

His arms ached as he clawed his way free, dragging himself from the mountain of bodies. When his fingers met solid stone, he pulled himself up, coughing, spitting filth from his lips. His entire body trembled, but he was alive.

Cassian forced his eyes open. The Pit of the Forgotten. A massive cavern of death and ruin. The remains of thousands lay scattered across the floor—bodies stripped of names, flesh stripped by scavengers.

Above, a jagged opening revealed the night sky, faint torchlight flickering at the edges. The coliseum stood above this pit, the crowd gone, their cheers nothing but an echo of the past.

His hands clenched into fists. His breath came ragged and uneven. The emperor. His general. The nobles who had watched. The guards who had laughed.

The whisper returned, curling around his thoughts like smoke.

Cassian's fingers found something half-buried beneath the bones—a rusted dagger, its blade broken at the tip.

It was nothing. A mere scrap of metal.

Cassian pushed himself to his feet, his body screaming in protest. He was weak. Broken. But not finished.

Chapter 1 – THE PIT OF THE FORGOTTEN