In the drab monotony of his 9–5 cubicle life, Lyden Snow never expected anything more exciting than another spreadsheet—until Angela, a four‑hundred‑year‑old succubus of breathtaking beauty, materializes on his commute and shatters his world—literally. One electric liaison later and a screeching car crash send him hurtling into a hospital bed, where he awakens to a staggering truth: he is no longer fully human, nor is his life bound to a single reality.

Drawn into the hidden realms that lie parallel to our own, Lyden must traverse the perilous Borderlands—domains woven from ancient myth and ruled by primal forces. There, the “Pillars” that uphold both mortal and immortal worlds are under siege by an unknown darkness. To save everything he holds dear, he must master the unexpected powers pulsing within him, forge uneasy alliances with dragons, merfolk, and other supernatural beings, and confront a conspiracy that reaches back to the dawn of creation.

As Lyden’s circle of allies grows—each bearing their own secrets and desires—so too does the danger. Seductive succubi vie for his loyalty, legendary beasts test his mettle, and gods long thought dead stir in their slumber. Every battle brings him closer to the heart of the enigma: what is the true origin of his newfound abilities, and why do the very forces of myth converge around him?

The panthopus snarled at me. My horse kicked on the ground, his rear leg lamed by the beast claws. Somehow, the panthopus had gotten its claws beneath the barding and ripped Midnight's muscles. I could do nothing for my horse as I backed away.


Panthopuses were dangerous beasts that prowled the Blath Forest. They usually didn't attack, but it must be mating season. The monsters cock dangled hard between his hind legs, red and covered in spiny protrusions. It needed to mate, and would use any female animal it could. Like many monsters, it was a foul creation of the mad Biomancer Verthan.


Chapter 470 - My Duty.