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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 dagger had been enough. At least, for that moment.

When Cassian had clawed his way out of the Pit of the Forgotten, he had no strength, no allies, and no future. Only a broken blade and a name whispered through his mind like a curse. Veilborn.

That night, half-dead and hunted, he had collapsed deep within the forest beyond Vordania's walls. That was where his master had found him. A ghost of a man, clad in shadows, watching him with eyes that burned gold in the darkness.

Now, years later, that same man stood before him.

"You hesitate," his master's voice cut through the silence. "Again."

Cassian gritted his teeth and lunged. That dagger sang through the air, the dark blade a blur. The strike was fast—faster than before—but his master moved like smoke, slipping past the attack with effortless grace.

A sharp blow struck Cassian's ribs. He staggered back, panting, gripping his sword tighter. His wounds from the past had healed, but pain was a lesson he had never forgotten.

His master circled him, arms folded. "You've improved. But you still fight with rage, not precision."

Cassian's jaw tightened. "And what's wrong with rage?"

"Rage is a fire, but fire without control consumes its wielder." His master stepped forward, pressing two fingers against Cassian's chest, right where the executioner's blade had once pierced him. "You carry this wound, but you refuse to understand it. Until you do, you will never be more than a boy swinging a sword at ghosts."

Cassian exhaled sharply. He wanted to argue, to deny it—but his master was right. Every time he wielded that dagger, he felt it. The pull. The whispers.

The same voice that had called to him in the pit. The same voice that had led him here.

Cassian tightened his grip on Umbrafang, feeling the blade pulse in response. He didn't know what it was yet. Only that it was his. And that it would help him claim what was rightfully his.

"I'll master it," Cassian said, his voice low. "I don't care what it takes."

His master studied him for a long moment. Then, a faint smirk. "Good."

The night wind howled through the trees, and the campfire flickered wildly. In the distance, dark clouds gathered over Vordania's horizon, like a storm waiting to break.

Cassian turned his gaze toward the empire that had betrayed him.

He was no longer the boy who had fallen into the pit.

And soon, Vordania would know his name once more.

Chapter 2 – THE MASTER'S TRIAL