The_Mighty_Twin

For centuries, the floating cities of Elysium have thrived above the Abyss, a cursed wasteland filled with the ruins of a forgotten age. Every ten years, the Forsaken Trials are held—condemning the weak, the sick, and the unwanted to the darkness below. No one sent to the Abyss has ever returned.

When Cain Voss, a crippled orphan, is cast into the depths, he expects to die like all the others. But the Abyss is not a barren graveyard—it is a prison, a place where ancient horrors still linger. Beneath the ruins, something colossal stirs. The Titans, thought to be long extinct, were not merely monsters. They were betrayed.

And one of them still lives—inside him.

As Cain struggles to survive the monstrous creatures and warring factions of the Abyss, he discovers a power buried deep in his veins—the Titan Core, a remnant of a fallen god’s strength. But this power comes at a price: every time he uses it, his lifespan burns away. Hunted by abyssal horrors, exiled survivors, and the ruthless rulers of Elysium above, Cain must unravel the truth of the Titans before his time runs out.

But something watches from the darkness.

And it remembers.

The Forsaken Titan

Cain's breath came fast and uneven. The golden city stretched before him, vast and impossible, its towering structures bathed in a dim, eternal glow. The Titans stood motionless in the streets, their golden eyes locked onto him with an eerie stillness.

Cain felt them in his Titan Core. The connection thrummed beneath his skin, deep and ancient, like the echo of something long forgotten trying to force its way back into reality.

He had spent his entire life believing the Titans were gone. That he was alone.

His fingers curled into fists, golden embers flickering around his knuckles as he turned sharply to the figure standing beside him. "This isn't possible."

The figure didn't look at him. Their gaze remained fixed on the city. "And yet, here we are."

Cain gritted his teeth. His mind screamed at him to move, to run, to do something—anything—but he couldn't.

His Titan Core refused to let him leave.

Cain swallowed hard. "What are they?"

The figure finally turned toward him. "What do you think?"

Cain's jaw tightened. "They should be dead."

The figure tilted their head slightly. "They were never alive to begin with."

Before he could respond, the city moved.

Not physically. Not in any way he could truly describe.

The air grew heavier, thick with something ancient, something too vast to comprehend.

And then—the Titans stepped forward.

Cain's heart slammed against his ribs.

They didn't walk. They flowed through the city like figures made of living fire, their forms flickering, shifting—half there, half not.

Cain staggered back as the first Titan drew close. It was massive, towering over him, its form shifting between solid and flame, its golden armor etched with runes that pulsed with impossible power.

No. No, no, no. This wasn't—this wasn't real.

"I—" His throat felt dry, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't—I wasn't—I never—"

"You have returned," the voices repeated, louder.

Cain's Titan Core surged violently. His entire chest burned, golden flames licking at his skin from the inside out.

He fell to his knees, gasping as his body seized, resisting something that was no longer willing to be ignored.

More of them emerged from the golden glow, their eyes blazing, their bodies flickering between presence and absence.

Cain tried to push himself up—**tried to run—**but he couldn't.

"The last flame," the voices murmured. "The forsaken heir. The Titan who was buried in flesh."

"Do you not see?" The lead Titan's voice was softer now, filled with something almost mournful.

"You were never meant to be human."

He gasped violently, his Titan Core erupting outward, golden flames crackling like a dying sun. His limbs trembled, his muscles locking as his vision blurred.

"But you have been gone for too long," the Titans whispered. "You have forgotten your name."

And then—the Titans reached for him.

Cain's body convulsed, his mind splintering as something deep, something ancient, something buried inside him—

Chapter 33 – The City That Remembers