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 silhouette didn't move — not even a shiver, not even a stray breath that might have betrayed a doubt, a shiver, a remnant of humanity; it stayed there, frozen in that muffled, tense, stifled waiting, similar to the one shared by all without ever saying it, as if every being present, despite the diversity of its forms, its fears, its wounds, carried deep inside the same suspended vertigo, the same silent question written somewhere in the flesh: when would it begin — or end; and she too, among them, she waited, standing, frozen, stuck in that collective stillness which was not peace, not a truce, but a common breath held just before the rupture.

But this time, it carried no anger, no provocation, no irony — just that terrifying calm, that cutting poise that, beneath its apparent softness, had always known how to aim exactly where I refused to look.

— She never stopped waiting for you.

Alive… or Merely Resonating