Into The Abyssal Veil (New Project)

In the shattered world of Letharoth, where daylight is dim and the sun hangs like a dying eye in the sky, the boundary between existence and oblivion is held together by a fraying shroud known as the Veil. This mystical barrier, once woven by forgotten gods, is all that stands between the lands of mortals and the Abyss-a vast, living chasm of shadow, corruption, and unspeakable hunger.

For centuries, the Veil held. Cities rose in defiance of the dark. Kingdoms warred, prophets cried, and relics of Abyssal power were hunted, hoarded, or sealed away. But now, the Veil is thinning. All across Letharoth, the signs are clear: villages swallowed whole by midnight storms; nobles muttering in foreign tongues not of this world; monstrous things crawling up from beneath the earth with memories they should not have.

From the ruined citadels of Eldrath to the bone-choked wastes of Dargath Hollow, the whisper of the Abyss calls. And it is being heard.

Some seek to harness its power-crafting monstrous weapons from the corpses of abyssal horrors, consuming Veilstones to gain unnatural strength, or even offering themselves willingly to become something more (and less) than human. Others seek to seal it once and for all, wielding ancient rites and relics long buried by time and blood.

But when the Veil begins to crack, even the strongest wills falter. The Abyss does not simply consume-it remakes, mind and body alike.

In the wake of this unraveling, a small band of Veil-touched outcasts-marked by fate, cursed by lineage, or chosen by something older than the gods-must confront a truth that no one dares to speak:

The Veil is not failing. It is opening. And something on the other side is waiting.

An original, personal project of yours truly. Brainstormed on my own for damn near two years. I'll do my best to live up to the expectations, as well as satisfying my own desires for a novel/ story.