Abyssborn: The Forsaken King

Blades clashed.

The force of impact split the ground beneath them, sending jagged cracks spiraling outward.

Kael's arms trembled under the weight of his counterpart's strike.

He gritted his teeth. This wasn't just strength.

It was something deeper.

Every movement, every swing carried a power that felt inevitable.

Like fate itself was trying to grind him down.

His counterpart's golden eyes gleamed.

"You're holding on well," he mused, stepping forward. Too fast.

Kael barely raised his sword in time—

CLANG!

Another impact.

His body skidded backward, boots carving trenches into the ground.

The abyss's whispers grew louder.

It pulsed beneath them, eager to claim a victor.

Kael exhaled sharply.

He couldn't keep fighting like this. Not on his terms.

He needed to change the flow of battle.

So he did.

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Kael stopped retreating.

His counterpart's next strike came—fast, precise.

Instead of blocking, Kael twisted—letting the blade pass a hair's width from his chest.

Then—he stepped in.

A split-second opening.

He drove his elbow straight into his counterpart's ribs.

CRACK.

His golden-eyed double staggered.

Kael didn't stop.

He slammed his knee into his opponent's stomach.

A burst of energy followed—sending him flying.

For the first time, his counterpart crashed to the ground.

Dust rose.

Kael's chest rose and fell, heart pounding.

But before he could press forward—

The abyss pulsed.

And the figure in the dust laughed.

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"Impressive."

The voice carried through the battlefield.

Slowly, the golden-eyed Kael rose, completely unharmed.

A smirk played at his lips.

"But tell me…"

The abyss's dark tendrils coiled around his arm, feeding into him.

His presence shifted.

It wasn't just him anymore.

"How do you plan to fight when the abyss fights for me?"

BOOM!

A wave of abyssal energy rushed forward.

Kael barely had time to react—

Before he was engulfed.