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In a world ruled by warring factions, power is everything. Born powerless, Riven was destined to be forgotten—until his sister, a legendary warrior, was assassinated before his eyes. Rage and grief awakened something ancient within him: Shadowbound Powers, allowing him to raise and command the fallen.

Believed dead, he hides in a low-ranking faction, secretly growing his army of shadows. But when his true strength is revealed, whispers spread, and The Organization—the same force that watched his sister die—calls him in. They’ve been watching all along, waiting for him to break.

But he has his own plans. The war between factions is only the beginning. He won’t just survive. He will rise.

Shadowbound: Rise of the Forgotten

You ever feel like the world is watching you?

Not people. Not spies. Something else. Something that lurks just beyond the edge of your vision, waiting. You can't see it. Can't hear it.

That feeling has been crawling up my spine since the night I fought that rogue. Since I saw my own shadow move without me. Since I heard them say—

"The abyss stares back."

I can't let it go. It's eating at me, gnawing at the back of my mind. I've lived most of my life as a nobody, a ghost on the battlefield, and I was fine with that. But now?

Now someone knows me. Someone understands the darkness inside me in a way I don't.

The rogue faction is watching me—I know it. I feel it. My shadows flicker at odd times, restless, disturbed. They don't like this any more than I do.

I spend the night in my room, sitting on the floor, staring at the candlelight. The flickering glow casts long, distorted shadows against the walls, twisting them into something almost alive.

I used to think my power belonged to me. That I was in control.

The Organization keeps records on everything—classified files, hidden archives, reports no one's supposed to read. If there's even a whisper of someone like me out there, I'll find it.

Dark abilities. Shadow manipulation. Necromancy. The Void.

I keep my request vague. Can't let them know exactly what I'm looking for. Veydris already has his eyes on me—I don't need to give him more reasons to doubt me.

Then, late one night, a single, encrypted message arrives.

Some things are buried for a reason. Keep digging, and you may not like what you find.

I tighten my grip on the message crystal, my jaw clenching.

I should let this go. I should stop. This is the part where any sane person backs off.

Because something is wrong with my shadows.

Faint. Distant. Barely noticeable at first.

I ignore it. Probably just my mind playing tricks on me. I haven't slept much. I haven't stopped moving since my awakening. Maybe I'm finally losing it.

But then, during training, something worse happens.

I summon one of my strongest warriors—a shadow forged from a fallen enemy. Someone I absorbed weeks ago, a high-ranking fighter from a mid-tier faction. He should obey without hesitation.

Staring at me with empty black eyes.

A slow chill spreads through my chest.

"Obey." My voice is sharp, commanding. My shadows always obey.

Then—he speaks.

But not in his voice. Not in any voice I recognize.

"The abyss remembers, Riven Graves."

The moment the words leave his lips, he vanishes.

Not dismissed. Not consumed. Not absorbed.

And I feel it. Something shifts in the void.

I don't train for the rest of the day.

I sit in silence, back against the wall, staring at my hands. They're steady. They shouldn't be.

That shadow—it wasn't supposed to disobey me. It wasn't supposed to speak. It wasn't supposed to disappear.

I flex my fingers, trying to summon him back. Nothing. It's like he was never there.

That's the part that scares me the most.

Because if the abyss remembers me…

Then what else is waiting inside it?

And how long before it reaches back?

Echoes of the Abyss