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 body locked up as the golden chains shattered.

The throne before him, ancient and broken, pulsed with power that should not have been released. The air trembled, the very fabric of reality twisting around him as the figure lurking behind the throne began to rise.

Cain's Titan Core screamed, golden flames bursting outwards, flickering violently—not in defiance, but in fear.

Because whatever was emerging from the shadows…

A deep, shuddering breath echoed through the void, as if something had just inhaled for the first time in eternity.

Cain took an instinctive step back. His mind raced, his heartbeat pounding like a war drum, but his body refused to move any further.

Something was holding him in place.

The shadow behind the throne shifted, pulling itself free from the darkness.

Or rather—something that looked like him.

But where Cain's golden flames burned with life, the flames that surrounded this figure were suffocating. Not fire at all, but something far worse—the echoes of something long sealed away, waiting, starving.

The voice was his own, but layered—as if spoken by thousands.

Cain gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm. His Titan Core was raging inside him, reacting to the presence before him as if it knew exactly what it was.

The words were not spoken in anger.

Cain's fists tightened. "I don't remember doing any of this."

The figure tilted its head slightly, watching him with golden eyes that were… empty.

"You don't remember, because you were never meant to."

The weight pressing down on him doubled, his Titan Core pulsing erratically. He staggered, struggling to keep himself upright.

The figure's burning gaze locked onto him.

"The ones who feared what you would become."

Cain's chest tightened. Images flashed through his mind, memories that weren't his, battles that had never been fought—or had they?

Had he really done this to himself?

"You were never meant to return to this place."

Cain ground his teeth, his golden flames flaring around his arms. "Then why am I here?"

Golden fire roared to life, his Titan Core exploding with power as he struck out with everything he had—but his attack never landed.

Cain barely had time to react before something slammed into his chest, sending him hurtling backward. He crashed against the ground, rolling violently before skidding to a stop.

Pain lanced through his ribs, but he forced himself up, breathing hard.

The figure stood where he had been a moment before, unmoved.

"You cannot fight what you refuse to understand."

Cain exhaled sharply, his golden flames intensifying.

The entire space around them cracked.

Chapter 45 – The Thing That Was Buried