Sahil_Ashat

Buried for centuries beneath the earth, an ancient horror awakens. A being of hunger and destruction, once feared as the Devourer, emerges from the abyss with fragmented memories and an insatiable thirst for power.

In a world ruled by kingdoms and warriors who hunt monsters for glory, the Devourer is more than just a beast—it is an entity that defies nature, evolving with every life it consumes. As it moves through the lands, leaving death in its wake, whispers of its return spread, rekindling forgotten nightmares.

But this time, the Devourer is different. A growing awareness stirs within its monstrous form, hinting at a deeper purpose beyond mere destruction. As the creature regains its lost self, it faces a world that seeks to annihilate it—hunters, kings, and ancient forces determined to erase it once more.

Will the Devourer reclaim its rightful place at the top of the food chain? Or will humanity succeed in extinguishing the last remnant of an age-old terror?

The hunt has begun, but this time, the monster is not the prey

Abyssborn – The Rise of the Devourer

The flames in the tavern's hearth flickered, casting eerie shadows across the damp wooden walls.

Vaelin kept his hood low, his senses sharp. Black Hollow was not a place for the weak. It was a cesspool of killers, mercenaries, and those who thrived in chaos.

The air was thick with tension. Conversations were hushed, eyes darted toward the door more frequently. Something was wrong.

Vaelin took a slow sip of his drink, masking his unease.

Then, a man slid into the seat across from him.

"You shouldn't be here, Duskbane," the stranger said, voice barely above a whisper.

Vaelin's eyes flickered to the man's hands—calloused fingers, a thin scar along the wrist. A fighter.

"I need soldiers," Vaelin replied. "Hunters. Those willing to fight for something bigger than themselves."

The man chuckled darkly. "You came to the wrong place. No one in Black Hollow fights for anything but gold."

The stranger studied him, weighing the offer. But before he could respond—

The doors of the tavern burst open.

The streets outside were drenched in blood.

Figures moved in the darkness—twisted, malformed creatures that had once been human.

The merchants had not just died. They had been transformed.

A man stumbled backward, his sword trembling in his grip as one of the creatures lunged at him. Its jaw unhinged wider than natural, eyes hollow voids of darkness.

In a single motion, he drew his greatsword and slashed.

The creature let out a guttural shriek as abyssal ichor sprayed across the cobblestone. It collapsed, twitching violently before going still.

Miles away, deep in the corrupted forest, Nyxthar watched.

Its connection to its horde was growing stronger. It could see through their eyes, feel their hunger, direct their movements.

The experiment had been a success.

Its power was no longer just its own.

And soon, the world would know what it meant to be consumed.

The Battle for Black Hollow Begins

Fires burned, bodies littered the streets, and the creatures moved like shadows, tearing through everything in their path.

Vaelin fought his way toward the center of town, cutting down monstrosities with each swing of his blade. But no matter how many fell, more took their place.

A plan formed in his mind. He had to kill the source.

Nyxthar's influence had spread, but it was still connected to its creations. If he could sever that link…

Maybe, just maybe, they could survive the night.

Gritting his teeth, he turned to the stranger from the tavern—one of the few men still alive.

The man wiped blood from his blade, eyes dark with determination. "Not anymore."

Together, they plunged into the abyss.

The Gathering Storm