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

The tournament had unfolded exactly as I had planned.

Every clash, every retreat, every provocation… it had all served a single purpose. And now that the uproar had faded, the applause had died out, and the arena held nothing but the burning dust of its final battles, I could admit it without hesitation: I had chosen my team.

The one that would cross the portal.

Even though, in truth, no one knew what awaited us on the other side.

No concrete information had leaked. No testimony. No map. Nothing but a dimensional opening and the promise of unknown territories. So… we had to maximize our chances. Calculate the incalculable. Compose with the unseen.

And in that composition, I had left no room for chance.

We had a tank. A true moving fortress.

The Instrument of Fate