Azrael's Nemesis

Just a shadow. Just a whisper. What’s that sound? Only the river. Just an echo. Just a sigh. Why the fear? No reason why. Just a tear. Just a cry. Why the silence? Only the night. But it is not just a shadow. Not just a sigh. It is the mark of something deeper. It is the weight you cannot deny. This tale is not soft. It does not sing sweet songs or bring gentle dreams. It walks in darkness. It speaks of creatures that are older than men, of minds that break and bend, of hearts that carry too much pain. Here you will find myth. You will find blood and bone, fear and fire. You will see what is hidden, and you will hear what most try to silence. There are battles that cannot be seen, and wounds that do not close. It is not a safe story. It is heavy, and it is dark. Yet there is meaning in it. Struggle shapes strength. Fire forges iron. Shadows teach us where to find the light. This book is still unfinished. If you turn these pages, know you step into a place of weight and shadow. You have been warned.