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

Slowly. With a sacred, almost unreal slowness, as if every gesture had to cross several dimensions before reaching me. But there was no haste. No tension. Not a single spasm in her movement. Not the slightest hesitation.

And I felt it instantly: it wasn't to hold me back.

She didn't grasp. She didn't demand. She wasn't trying to stop me, or convince me. It wasn't a hand offered to block me. It was an offering. A possibility. A gesture so pure, so free, that it erased any idea of constraint before it could even form.

Like light offers its warmth to those who choose to approach it. Like water offers its surface to those who decide to dive in. Like true love: without demand, without price, without expectation.

She Does Not Burn, She Reveals