Samohtlord

We follow Anthony, a man forced to adapt to a world of dark fantasy that imposes itself on him with an unmistakable brutality. A place where shadow and violence reign supreme, where inequality is riven and the laws of nature are distorted. A world where every moment could be the last.

What fate does this cruel universe hold for our protagonist? What hidden secrets do the powerful hide behind cold and inaccessible masks? And what alliances, betrayals or rivalries will be woven into this maelstrom of supernatural forces and unfathomable powers?

To survive, Anthony will have to fight, evolve and face his own demons. For in this place, no matter the greatness of the beings that populate it, it is tenacity that dictates the law.

Anthesis of Sadness

In front of us, already, several vampires had rushed into the arena, as if sprung from the shadows themselves, their movements quick but precise, almost choreographed, bearing that ancient knowledge that can only be learned through the silent transmission of forgotten castes. They were minor spell-wielders, builders of night, those who go unseen, but without whom no confrontation could take place.

Using glyphs engraved directly onto their arms, and living stones extracted from the circle's depths, they began to mend the damaged surface. The ground, wounded by Gayar's rune and Lysara's destructive spirals, was cracked, broken in places — a battlefield that had retained the memory of the clash.

But slowly, stone by stone, the debris began to rise into the air.

The Vampire Tournament (3)