dark fantasy · grimdark · holy empire · demons · magic system · survival horror · cruel · high stakes · rpg setting · religious zealotry
The sun bleeds crimson over the cracked plains of the Endless Dunes, its light swallowed by the jagged silhouette of Giant Hand mountain. Dust swirls around you, thick with the scent of old blood. A figure emerges from the haze—armor dented, eyes hollow. 'Welcome to the edge of the Holy Empire,' they rasp. 'Are you ready to suffer?'