Myrkvi wakes in an unfamiliar, ashen world, his memories fading and his body marked by a mysterious, ancient band. As he struggles to understand his surroundings, a beast—born of fear—emerges, sensing his terror. Myrkvi is forced into a brutal fight for survival, his fate tied to the cursed mark on his arm. With every strike, the power within him grows, but so does the danger. In a world where fear shapes reality, Myrkvi must learn whether he controls the curse or if it controls him.
This comment serves as a message to readers ahead of time. This is an experimental work. It is slow and it is raw. But also, it is polished. I'm still learning to write. And this one breaks some rules. I hope you can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.