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

Ronan stood at the edge of the abyss, his crimson eyes reflecting the flickering glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the cavern walls. The air here was thick with a miasma of decay, a putrid cocktail of rot and raw power that clawed at his senses. He had come too far to turn back now. The Devourer's Hunger pulsed within him, a gnawing demand that could only be sated by consuming the horrors that lurked below.

The freefall was brief, his enhanced senses allowing him to twist mid-air and land with predatory grace on a narrow outcropping. The cavern stretched before him, an immense chasm where the remnants of a fallen civilization lay in eerie silence. Broken pillars of black stone jutted from the ground like skeletal fingers, the ruins whispering of a time before the Abyss consumed all.

A guttural growl shattered the silence. Ronan turned, his muscles coiling in anticipation. From the shadows emerged a creature unlike any he had faced before—a beast of shifting mass, tendrils writhing like starving serpents, its flesh composed of overlapping maws that gnashed and chattered in obscene hunger. An Abyssborn Wraith.

The Devourer's Hunger roared within him.

The beast lunged, a mass of snapping jaws surging forward. Ronan reacted in an instant, his form blurring as he weaved between the onslaught, his claws igniting with abyssal fire. He slashed through its tendrils, severing them in a burst of black ichor, yet they regenerated almost instantly. The wraith shrieked, its screech reverberating through the cavern like a death knell.

"Feeding time," Ronan growled, his fangs bared.

His palm shot forward, a surge of abyssal energy erupting from his core. The wraith recoiled, but it was too late—Ronan's will overpowered its resistance, and the creature's very essence unraveled before him. Tendrils, teeth, and tormented souls coalesced into raw energy, siphoning into his being.

The moment the last fragment was devoured, Ronan gasped, his veins igniting with dark power. His muscles surged with newfound strength, his senses expanding beyond mortal limitations. The Devourer's Blessing whispered in his mind, revealing hidden paths deeper into the abyss. He pressed forward.

After what felt like hours of navigating the treacherous depths, Ronan stumbled upon something unexpected—a city swallowed by the abyss. Blackened spires, half-consumed by creeping tendrils, stretched toward the cavernous ceiling. Flickering lights danced within shattered windows, specters of the past refusing to fade.

He stepped forward, the ground cracking beneath his weight.

Shambling figures, humanoid in shape but grotesquely warped by the abyss, emerged from the ruins. Their flesh was riddled with gaping voids, their limbs twisted into unnatural angles. Abyssal Thralls—once human, now puppets of the abyssal will.

As the first thrall lunged, the abyss within him surged. Ronan roared, diving into battle once more.

Descent into the Maw