Introduction: "When the dead speak, the living should never listen." Solvyrn was meant to die. A noose around his neck, a crowd eager to watch him swing. Justice, they called it. But, he called it vengeance. However, just before the rope could claim him, before the final breath could leave his lips, he whispered a prayer. Or at least, he thought it was a prayer. Turns out, it wasn't just that... It was a curse鈥攁 desperate plea spat towards the rotting corpse at his feet.It was whispered to the silence, only told to the dead.But silence can be broken...And all calls can be answered.Because somewhere deep in the dark, something heard.Something stirred.Magic pulsed and an ancient god awakened.Now, Solvyrn walks again鈥攂ut not as a man. Not alive. Not dead. Something in-between. Something unravelling. Something... unholy. And under his skin, a voice coils through his bones.There is only one command:To find the forgotten God's name.To speak it aloud.To unleash him back to the land of the living.Only then will Solvyrn be free. Only then will he be whole.But Solvyrn quickly discovers that every day demands its pound of flesh, and the world does not yield to the will of the forsaken. Yet even while he slips further from the man he was鈥攄eeper into the monster he is becoming鈥攍ove lingers, clinging like rot.But this time, love is not salvation.Love is not hope.No, this time... love makes everything infinitely worse.And when it comes to the living... Well, let's just say the dead will not rise without a fight.Themes & What to Expect:- A dark fantasy world steeped in gods who delight in misery, mayhem and mischief.- Magic... the forbidden kind (of course).- Two reluctant anti-heroes unravelling their own humanity in a BUY 1-GET-1-FREE offer.- Decay, death, and the hunger for something greater.- Slow-burn tension, enemies to... something. What, you ask? We shall find out together.P.S This is a story I鈥檓 absolutely in love with, and I hope you鈥檒l love it too. Thank you for being here and for giving my story a chance!...