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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 streets of Ra'Zirah were restless even at night, burning lanterns casting flickering shadows over the alleys. The city was alive with the scent of smoke and spice, the distant clatter of steel against steel from the training grounds never ceasing

Cassian moved through the narrow backstreets, his hood drawn low. Behind him, Darius Valen followed, his great sword resting against his shoulder.

Their conversation had been brief. Words weren't enough.

Cassian had seen the skepticism in Darius's eyes. The warrior wasn't the type to pledge loyalty on promises alone. If he was to earn Darius's respect, he had to prove himself.

And so, Cassian had done the only thing Darius would understand.

Not in the great coliseum, where the nobility could place their bets and drink themselves senseless. No, this would be fought in the silence of the backstreets, where there would be no audience, no distractions. Only steel, blood, and a decision that could change the course of history.

Darius exhaled, his stance loose but ready. "You sure about this?"

Cassian smirked, twirling a knife between his fingers. "You don't fight for causes, right? Then fight for yourself. Let me say this again, If you win, you walk away. If I win—you listen."

Darius scoffed but nodded. "Fine."

The moment stretched. A slow inhale. A heartbeat.

His greatsword sliced through the air, a blur of steel that could have taken Cassian's head clean off. Cassian twisted at the last second, the wind of the strike whipping past his cheek. He dropped low, his twin knives flashing toward Darius's ribs.

Darius turned the blade mid-swing, blocking the strike with ease. His sheer strength sent Cassian skidding back.

"You're fast," Darius admitted. "But let's see how long you can keep that up."

Cassian didn't respond. He just moved.

His attacks were a flurry of precision—quick, relentless, cutting at every opening. Darius's armor took the brunt of the hits, but a few sliced through the gaps in his leather, drawing thin lines of red.

If it hurt, Darius didn't show it.

Then, Cassian saw it. A gap in Darius's guard.

And in that moment, he realized his mistake.

The warrior's hand shot out, gripping Cassian's wrist like a vice. Before Cassian could react, Darius slammed his forehead into Cassian's face.

Pain erupted through Cassian's skull. His vision blurred. Blood dripped from his nose.

Darius didn't hesitate. He swung his sword in a brutal arc—

Cassian barely rolled away, but not fast enough. The blade sliced across his ribs, cutting through his coat and grazing his skin.

"You let your guard down," Darius said, stepping forward. "That's the first lesson—"

Before Darius could react, Cassian was behind him.

A knife pressed against his throat.

Darius froze. A thin line of blood trickled down his skin.

Cassian leaned in. "Lesson two," he murmured. "This isn't an official duel. Anything can happen."

Silence. Then—Darius laughed. A low, deep chuckle.

Cassian grinned, stepping back. "I'll take that as a yes."

Darius wiped the blood from his neck, rolling his shoulders. He studied Cassian for a long moment before nodding.

Cassian exhaled. The first piece had fallen into place.

CHAPTER 5 – THE FIRST DUEL