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

Not with a heroic gesture. Not with strength or solemnity. Just… I detached myself. Like one gently removes a hand that has rested too long on a lukewarm ember. Like waking from a dream without meaning to, still entangled in its colors, its burn, its tenderness.

I had no more questions at that moment.

Only that slow, instinctive, almost unconscious movement. A withdrawal. A gentle flight. A resignation. I left the stele… but it did not leave me.

Not like a memory. Not like those images one sees again when closing the eyes, blurry, distant, harmless.

An invisible, yet burning imprint.

Between Obviousness and Oblivion