Usiel

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.
From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.
Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.
He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.

But death was only the beginning.

Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.
He is no longer human.
He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.

Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.
Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.

Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.

In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.
He will feast. He will conquer.

And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.
No gods. No masters.
Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.

Dark Parasyte

<p>While Corvin continued to wreak devastation across the blood scorched wastes of Nefrath, bringing ruin to the Archdemon of Wrath's domain, far to the northeast, past the edges of the Shatterwake Gulf, beyond the ever churning mists of the Veilborn Expanse, and nestled at the southern edge of the human continent of Argyll an entirely different storm was brewing. Not one of flame or lightning, but one of elven indignation and pent up fury.</p>

A Throne of Ash, A Table of Spite