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 no longer knew if I was moving forward. Perhaps in that marsh, the very idea of progression no longer made sense. There was no direction. No real orientation. Only… a blurry sense of gradual sinking into a living, shifting matter, which led nowhere, yet somehow continued to hold me.

As if space no longer needed direction to welcome me. As if the mere act of remaining… was enough.

I barely floated. I no longer walked. And yet something seemed to move. Not me. Not the space. The ground. Or whatever served as it. It contracted, very slowly, according to a rhythm I could not perceive at once, but only glimpse in fragments, like the breathing of a continent, too slow to belong to a creature, too vast to be purely organic. It was a breath before forms. A memory pulsed by the earth itself.

An intentionless wait. Not a trap. Not a trial. A world that simply would not release anything.

The Root Remade