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

<p>The healers rushed toward Rizork, white silhouettes cutting through the burning mist, their long immaculate robes floating around them like scraps of ectoplasm. They looked like benevolent specters emerging from the depths of the temple, tasked with bringing back to life a giant struck down by fate.</p>

<p>One of them, the youngest, lifted his head with almost paternal care, and slowly poured between his parted lips a vial of purified blood. A rare essence, alive, still pulsing as if it had refused to die. Another traced, with the tips of his fingers, a complex spell whose glyphs vibrated with a pale green light, weaving over his wounds a net of healing energy, soft but firm, like slow rain on fractured earth.</p>

The Vampire Tournament (7)