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

It wasn't a mere movement of the lips. It wasn't a gesture, nor a code, nor a sign. It wasn't even human, not really. It was the whole world gently folding into the corner of her mouth. Even the sun itself seemed to lean into it, to bend, as if it recognized there a forgotten origin.

Not a warmth that comforts. An ancient warmth. Dense. Alive. A warmth so real, so pure, so bare… that it became almost painful. Like a too-direct light on a still-open wound. It wasn't trying to soothe. It excused nothing. It simply was.

It was the kind of warmth one only receives once.

Maybe at the very beginning. Maybe at the end. The kind of warmth one can't name, but the whole body instantly recognizes — like a cradle, like a farewell, like a hand resting on the nape just before one falls.

And the worst part is that we know.

The Breath of Aesvar