In suffering, he stood.
In silence, he endured.
Not by choice—but by fate.
Torn from the light, he was cast into a world where pain breathes,
where hope dies slowly beneath a shadowed sky where beasts lurk.
Each step forward is a battle.
Each breath, a rebellion.
And yet… he walks on.
This is not a tale of heroes.
Not a quest for glory.
This is the story of a boy drowning in misery, his mind unraveling to the echoes of screams in the dark.
With a cursed blade as his only defiance,he carves survival through a land unbound by time,
each relic a fragile thread to a buried vow.

No gods will save him.
No prophecy will guide him.
Only the question remains:
Will he escape this torment—
or seize the strings of his own fate?
So let me be clear—
This story is raw. Unforgiving. Too real.

As the author, I warn you:
Read at your own risk.
Some tales aren’t meant to comfort.
They remind us…
what it means to survive.

Chapter 4 - Chapter 4 The Path of the Dead