Seven cursed blades. The dead are rising. Nothing comes without a cost.
The dead are rising. And they are not alone.
On the night the moon turns green, a forgotten horror awakens in the marshes of Fylan’s Hollow. Villages fall. The living twist into monsters. Something long buried begins to spread.
Shao wants no part of it.
Once a master of a legendary martial order, he now lives as a wanderer, far from the past he refuses to face. When a riverside inn is overrun, he is forced to draw his blade again.
He does not fight alone for long.
A sharp-tongued bard. A hardened ranger. A half-elven girl with a power she does not understand. Together, they are pulled into a conflict far larger than survival.
Because the horrors are not random.
They are searching.
Whispers speak of seven cursed blades. Relics forged in blood and bound with souls. Weapons that can kill gods or awaken what lies beyond them.
It is already looking for them.
As the dead rise and the world begins to fracture, Shao must face the past he abandoned or watch everything fall to the same fate as his order.
This is a dark, character-driven fantasy where power always comes at a cost.
