Ignisar

A lonely path, so endless, so wide,

Madness reigns on every side.

A mist that shrouds all faith and light,

Its claws now stretch through the endless night.

Oblivion calls, its voice a cry,

The dark whisper of a god, a fading lie.

The horror draws near, the shadows grow tall,

And silence spreads where none dare to call.

Oblivion calls, it takes its hold,

The mist dissolves, and all grows cold.

Follow a path born of hate and revenge,but what remains when vengeance ends?                                     A hollow void, no peace to claim, yet Azrael escapes this fate through a mystery's flame. Could it be their deaths hide another goal?

Unveil the truth and seek the soul.

Here are a few notes about my story:

First, English is not my native language, so I have to rely on translators.

Second, what you can expect from my story:

The most important thing is probably the slow start. The first volume focuses on the development of my characters—why they act the way they do later and what their motivations are. There will be much more fighting in the later parts.

Additionally, the MC is more of a loner. The reasons for this will become clear in the first volume.

Third, what you shouldn’t expect:

An overpowered MC. The MC is definitely strong, but not invincible.

Also, don’t expect the MC to do everything on their own. There are other characters who are very important as well.

Books that have particularly inspired me: Lord of the Mysteries, Shadow Slave.

Azrael and the Gate of madness (completed)

The burning village slowly faded behind him, its flames now only a constant crackling in the distant wind. A strand of white hair fluttered in the soft morning breeze as the boy, draped in a worn travel cloak, stepped with firm resolve into the depths of the forest. A backpack hung from his shoulder, two swords at his side, and his bow casually slung across his back.

The forest ahead was dense and impenetrable, but the boy didn't let it stop him. A first ray of sunlight broke through the thicket, casting a faint golden light on his path. Yet, the boy seemed unaware of it. No glance back, no hesitation.

He appeared like a shadow of his former self—lonely, perhaps even lost, but simultaneously marked by an unyielding determination. Each of his steps echoed through the silence of the forest, as if they carried the weight of his choices and the burden of his past.

He was not the same as he once had been. A new path lay ahead, a future that would be shaped by his own hands. And though pain and anger accompanied him, his gaze was fixed forward. He would not stop until his mission was complete.

The sun climbed higher, and the forest swallowed him further.

Epilogue