Xsafron

In a world overshadowed by eternal darkness, monstrous creatures born from meteorite fragments have ravaged humanity, forcing survivors underground into a colony devoid of light. Among them is Zami Agatoru, a young man burdened by tragedy and destined for greatness. Once a promising warrior of his clan, Zami was the sole survivor of a monster attack that claimed his family and clan. Now, he dwells in the vast, oppressive underworld, facing unimaginable horrors while seeking redemption and purpose.  

Zami’s strength stems not from supernatural powers but from years of relentless training and a cursed ability: revival. Upon death, Zami revives moments before his defeat, retaining memories and honing his skills over countless lifetimes. This ability has allowed him to surpass human limits, evolving both mind and body into the perfect warrior.  

Armed with a black katana forged from an otherworldly stone and a toxic dagger he crafted from monster bones, Zami ventures deeper into the colony. He faces terrifying Vessels, avatars of powerful entities tied to the meteorites. Each Vessel wields devastating abilities, challenging Zami’s resolve and pushing him beyond his physical and mental limits.  

As Zami progresses, he unravels the colony's dark secrets: the origin of the meteorites, the true nature of the Vessels, and the essence of the creatures that worship these fragments. Along the way, he uncovers the deeper truth about himself and the entity that dwells within him—Karesh, a being tied to the meteorite’s power.  

Driven by the need to protect humanity and confront the Vessels, Zami faces impossible odds. From the Abyssal Cradle, home of the fearsome Wailing Dread, to the Forsaken Hollow, where the Silent Agony’s true body lies, and the Withering Spire, where Shattered Dominion warps reality itself, Zami battles creatures that defy logic.  

Amid this chaos, Zami grapples with his humanity. His stoic, emotionless demeanor hides a young man carrying the weight of loss and duty. Moments of quiet—crafting weapons, preparing food, or reflecting on his clan’s philosophy—highlight his depth and resilience.  

Through countless revivals, bloody battles, and grueling challenges, Zami inches closer to his ultimate goal: destroying the meteorite fragments and ending the monsters’ reign. But with each battle, the cost of his journey grows heavier, forcing him to confront the essence of sacrifice, mortality, and the question of what it truly means to be human.

No Path but the Void

The dim glow of Forsaken Hollow stretched endlessly before Zami as he began his journey once more. The echoes of the countless souls that once haunted the area had diminished, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. With every step, the weight of his katana hung heavy at his side, a constant reminder of the battles fought and the ones still to come.

His thoughts drifted to the two remaining vessels—Shattered Dominion and Eternal Hunger. The Withering Spire, where Shattered Dominion awaited, would be his next destination. He had no idea what challenges lay ahead there, but one thing was clear: the battles would only grow more brutal.

Forsaken Hollow itself seemed quieter now, though its terrain remained as treacherous as ever. Jagged rocks and remnants of agony-infused structures littered the path, a grim reminder of the torment that once consumed this place.

As he walked, Zami's hand brushed over the pouch where the shards of Bone Monarch and Wailing Dread rested. Silent Agony's shard, however, was gone—destroyed in the explosion of the heart structure. Its absence weighed on him, not just because it was a valuable tool but because it symbolized how desperate the fight had become. Even with his strength and abilities, survival came at a high cost.

Pausing for a moment, Zami knelt beside a patch of glowing purple mushrooms. He gathered a few, placing them in his satchel. Food and water were scarce in this world, and every resource mattered. His body had long adapted to the strange ecosystem of the colony, but even so, exhaustion was beginning to creep in.

Continuing onward, Zami's silver eyes scanned the path ahead. A deep ravine came into view, its depths obscured by a swirling mist. The faintest whisper of agony lingered in the air—a reminder of what Forsaken Hollow had been. He stared down for a long moment, the abyss reflecting the emptiness he sometimes felt inside, before turning away.

His mind wandered to the vessels he had already defeated. The Bone Monarch, Wailing Dread, and now Silent Agony. Each had pushed him further, forcing him to evolve and adapt. But even as he grew stronger, the battles were taking their toll. His katana, his trusted weapon, bore the marks of countless fights. He would need to repair it soon, but where and how remained a question.

*Shattered Dominion… Eternal Hunger…*

The names echoed in his mind like a distant warning. The battles ahead would demand even more from him. With the Silent Agony shard gone, he would have to rely on the remaining shards and his own resilience.

As the terrain grew darker, Zami tightened his grip on his katana. The path was fraught with danger, but there was no turning back. Each step forward was a testament to his resolve.

Forsaken Hollow may have been a graveyard for many, but for him, it was a reminder of what he had overcome—and what still lay ahead.

Venturing Through the Forsaken Hollow