Samohtlord

Thrown into a nightmare he never chose, Anthony wakes up in a world where pain breathes through every shadow.

Here, death comes without warning, power is hoarded by monsters in human form, and the weak are erased without ceremony. There are no heroes. No second chances. Only those who adapt — or die screaming.

Anthony is no savior. He carries wounds he won’t name. But in this world that devours, every scream becomes a weapon. Every failure, a mutation.

To survive, he must evolve. Not to be strong — but to stop breaking.

Because in this world, even the broken can become gods.

Anthesis of Sadness is a journey of blood, will, and transformation — where the deepest tragedy may not be death… but the person we become to survive.

Anthesis of Sadness

I left the room without making a sound, without turning back — not out of fear, nor prudence, nor even respect — but simply because something in me, older than will, refused to cast one last glance at what had just taken place.

There would have been something indecent, perhaps, in turning around. Something impure, or desecrating. As if the simple act of seeing again could break what had been contained. Or reopen a wound that, for once, hadn't bled.

The silence I had passed through… no longer felt like a constraint, nor a punishment inflicted by an external world, but something more intimate, more ancient, more inviolable — a deep rule, engraved somewhere between my ribs and my memory, a rule of accord, yes, but of an accord that was no longer negotiable, no longer amendable, a law without decree, without explanation, that I could no longer violate, that I could no longer transgress in this world without splitting myself apart.

What Follows Me Now