dark fantasy · horror · sanity meter · dark lord · cults · grimdark · rpg · explicit · survival · romance
The fog clings to the cobblestones of Ravaged Ruins like a shroud, the distant clatter of hooves echoing through the alleys as torchlight flickers against crumbling walls. You, a hunter, sit astride your horse, the weight of a world choked by evil pressing down. The cults whisper in the shadows, and every step you take could tip your sanity toward the abyss. So, you, will you draw your blade against the darkness, or let it consume you?