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

At the center… there was a base. Not a raised pedestal, not a placed altar, nor even a constructed object. No. It had always been there.

Carved directly from the rock, sculpted into the very material of the ground, like a logical excrescence of the place, a slow thrust of the world toward a fixed point. It did not stand out. It did not disturb. It was part of the whole.

Melded into the mass, embedded in the geological memory of the sanctuary, it was neither ornament nor symbol. It was. Simply. Present. Offered.

And yet… in its absolute muteness, something vibrated. An expectation. A mute recognition. As if this base, this fragment of truth in the middle of silence, had waited for me. As if it had never been meant for anything else. As if it had always known I would come.

The Stone Cradle