Forsaken Vessel

Pendora — a continent soaked in blood, mystery, and madness, where gods slumber and demons whisper beneath the skin of the world. Three months ago, a temple rose from the earth. It came with no name, no warning—just a red eclipse and silence that swallowed entire cities. From every corner of the Central Continent, the Temple of the Abyss took what it wanted: genius disciples, heirs of noble clans, young monsters in human flesh. They called it a sacred path. They called it a divine selection. They lied. Veilin—just Veilin—was no prodigy. Just an orphan from Earth who clawed his way out of hell once before. When a car crash ends his fragile peace, he awakens in a stranger’s body—Samuel Zevrin Morvain, an outer disciple of the Temple. The problem? Samuel had just tried to kill himself. The bigger problem? He had a damn good reason. This cult isn’t just training warriors. It’s preparing sacrifices. Each disciple is a piece on a board carved by forgotten gods. And among them... one will become the vessel of an ancient, eldritch god. The others? Fuel for the fire. But Veilin has no intention of playing along. He’s been broken before. Beaten. Sold. Left to rot. And every time—he survived. This time, he’ll do more than survive. He’ll lie. Scheme. Pretend to worship. He’ll wear the mask of a fanatic... and smile. And when they least expect it— He’ll burn the temple. He’ll kill their god. And if fate says otherwise? Then fate can burn, too.