The dungeon trembled with a guttural roar that shook dust from the stone ceiling. Kael stood at the center of the carnage, his blade dripping with blood so black it seemed to drink the faint torchlight. The floor was littered with broken bones and twisted carcasses, the stench of death clinging to the damp air. Yet it wasn’t the monsters that drew his attention it was the gate at the far end. Tall, cracked, and covered in ancient glyphs, it pulsed faintly like a dying heartbeat. Every instinct screamed that something beyond it wanted to be free. Elira clutched her staff, her pale face streaked with sweat. “Kael… if that thing breaks through, none of us will walk out alive.” Kael’s eyes, glowing faintly with the Void’s mark, narrowed. “Then we don’t wait for it to break through. We open it on our terms.” Varian snarled, his wolfen features twisted between rage and disbelief. “You’ve lost your mind. That gate was sealed by gods. You think your cursed system makes you their equal?

The battlefield was silent for only a heartbeat. A silence so deep that it felt like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next strike, the next scream, the next corpse to hit the blood drenched earth. Kael stood in the center of it all, drenched in gore, his blade trembling in his grip, but not from weakness no, from the sheer power vibrating through his veins. The Void System pulsed within him, each beat louder, darker, hungrier.He raised his eyes, burning with black fire, and met the gaze of the monster towering above the ruins. Its skin shimmered with the corruption of a thousand consumed souls, its body a writhing mass of bone and muscle and veins that glowed like molten rivers. The air itself warped around it, as if reality strained against its presence.The monster roared, and the sound split the night. Windows shattered in the ruins behind Kael. Trees snapped like twigs under the force of it. The ground split in jagged scars that stretched outward, glowing

The storm above roared like a wounded beast, thunder rolling across the heavens as lightning forked in jagged veins of silver. In the shattered chapel below, Kael stood still as stone, his breath ragged, the violet glow in his eyes burning brighter with every passing second.Darius’s blade was leveled at him, unwavering despite the tremor in his hand. “We can end this before it goes too far,” Darius growled. “Before he becomes something worse than the Dominion itself.”Elira immediately stepped between them, her steel flashing as she raised her sword. “If you strike him, you’ll strike me too.”“Move, Elira,” Darius snapped, his voice cracking. “You’ve seen what he is becoming! He’s not our ally anymore he’s their weapon!”Kael’s chest tightened. He wanted to speak, to deny Darius’s words, but the Void inside twisted with hunger, whispering truths he could not completely refute. His hands, still marked by black veins, trembled at his sides. Even now he could feel the urge to take to dr

The clash of steel and shadow shook the ruins of the chapel until it seemed the very earth would split apart. Kael’s body burned with agony, yet he moved like a storm incarnate, each strike of his shadow forged blade echoing like thunder. The Dominion general met him blow for blow, its grotesque wings beating with enough force to scatter rubble and send gales roaring through the fractured hall. Sparks rained as claw met blade, each impact a battle of will as much as strength. Kael’s dark wings unfurled wider, shadow fire coursing down their length, the Void hissing with every beat. He was no longer merely wielding the power; he was wearing it, cloaked in its raw, dangerous majesty. And yet it wasn’t victory. Every swing came at a price. His veins writhed beneath his skin, burning black with corruption. His breaths grew shorter, sharper, as though every inhale carved knives into his lungs. More, the Void urged, its voice a serpent whispering directly into his bones. Give more. Tear h

The Herald’s footsteps struck the earth like the toll of a war drum, steady and deliberate, each one shaking the broken ground as if the world itself recognized his presence. His blade, massive and jagged like it had been forged from a shard of night itself, dragged behind him, hissing as the shadow it leaked burned through stone. Kael’s claws flexed, his stance wide, the Void inside him clawing to kneel, to submit, to rejoice in the arrival of this chosen avatar of the abyss. The whispers were no longer soft they were screams, an overwhelming storm battering his mind. Bow. Serve. He is master. You are nothing but a vessel. Obey. OBEY. Kael ground his teeth until blood seeped from his gums. “I am no one’s vessel.” The Herald tilted his head, the faintest movement, like an executioner inspecting the condemned before a strike. His voice was deep, layered with an echo that was not entirely his own. “Defiance. That spark is what drew the Abyss to you, Kael. But sparks can be snuffed