by Drakkainen
In the grim silence of the bone-temple, mercy is a forgotten myth, and hope is merely a target for the hungry. For a decade, the protagonist’s mind was a cage where demons came to feast; now, the cage has broken, and the victim has become the butcher. Forged in the fires of physical decay and social mockery, he has emerged with the terrifying power to tear the very essence from his enemies' bones. Alongside Naruuk, a treacherous wizard whose alliance is a fraying rope held together by greed, he carves a blood-soaked path through a civilization of outcasts to reach the temple’s steel-flooded heart.This is a journey through an architecture of agony. From the ash-choked streets of a dying city to sentient gardens that taste the intent of the prey, he hunts with a chilling, predatory precision. He does not kill for glory; every armored soldier and seven-meter Wendigo is simply a crop to be gathered. When the mortal blade fails, he reaches into the ocean of hell to harvest the afterlife itself. It is all but just a start. War will not end as warrior rises from blood. Here is a link to other site i use for my work scribble hub: https://www.scribblehub.com/series/2119644/the-devourers-wake/
