Spectre of the Abyss
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  • Parts 22
  • Time 5h 19m
Ongoing, First published Nov 11, 2021
2 new parts
After regaining consciousness, our protagonist wakes to find a blade embedded deep within his chest. Feeling no pain as he pulls the rusted object out of his torso, he soon realises that he is no longer among the living. Existing instead as cursed undead. 

Stranded amid the ashen ruins of his once-magnificent domain, the decay of a bygone empire cloaks him in sorrow and desolation. Overwhelmed by a torment that festers unseen within his spectral form, he collapses to his knees in silent agony-a paradox of unyielding inner suffering amidst the numbness of his cursed flesh.
 
Armed with the forbidden magics of his fallen nation. Driven by an insatiable thirst for truth, he seeks to unravel the mystery of his resurrection and forge a dark path toward reviving his scattered people in a world as alien and forsaken as his own eternal curse.

**Contains Violence and Gore
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