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The city of Eryndral is dying.
The air is thick with fog. The streets rot from the inside out. People vanish without a trace, and those who return… are never the same.
Something is lurking beneath the city. Watching. Waiting. Choosing.
For Armon Vex, a disgraced doctor, death was inevitable. He just never expected to wake up afterward.
A wraith found him in the dead of night. It did not speak. It did not breathe. It only watched. And when it finally reached for him, it hollowed him out from the inside.
Armon died screaming.And the Wraith opened its eyes.It has no name. No past. Only hunger. A fractured mind trapped in a stolen body, its existence is an unraveling puzzle of whispers, instincts, and something far worse—memories that do not belong to it. Grotesque transformations twist flesh into something unnatural, and every new revelation peels back another layer of its existence. The more it fights, the less human it becomes. The more it remembers, the more it realizes it was never meant to exist.
But as Eryndral collapses into madness, the Wraith is not the only thing awakening. There are gods buried beneath the city. Forgotten knowledge locked behind doors that should never be opened. The system that binds the world does not offer power it feeds on it. And something far older is hunting it from the shadows.Because the Hollowveil does not just consume.
It creates and the Wraith is only its first

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