A World That Thought Him Dead
The night was heavy with rain. A lone figure stood on the rooftop, cloaked in darkness, overlooking the city below.
It had been six months since Kael Veyne vanished.
The Nightfall Syndicate had searched endlessly, but no trace of him was ever found. Some whispered that he had died that night, buried beneath the stronghold. Others feared something worse—that he had survived.
And now, they were right to be afraid.
Kael was no longer the man they once knew.
A Ghost in the Dark
A group of Syndicate enforcers patrolled the alleys below. They were on edge, gripping their weapons tightly. They had heard the rumors.
A shadow had been hunting them.
One by one, Syndicate operatives were disappearing. No bodies. No traces. Just silence.
And tonight, it was their turn.
The leader of the patrol glanced around. Something felt wrong.
A sudden gust of wind.
A flicker of movement—too fast to track.
Then—darkness.
One by one, the guards fell, their bodies hitting the ground before they could even scream.
Only one was left. He turned, shaking, blade raised. "Show yourself!"
A whisper answered. "You were never meant to see me."
Then—cold steel. Silence.
Kael stepped over the fallen bodies, his crimson eyes glowing beneath the hood of his cloak. This was only the beginning.
The Hunt Begins
Far away, in a hidden chamber, Reven stood before a council of masked figures.
"He's back."
The air in the room grew heavy. No one needed to ask who he was.
The Phantom of the Abyss had returned.
And this time, Kael Veyne was hunting them.