Dark steel, rust, absolute resolve. There is no honour — only what is coming.
By WW. & Eidon — Soulware Publishing.
None know under what banner he fights, because he has left no survivors to recount the emblem on his shield.
In the silence before the charge, all that is heard is the measured pounding of hearts — a single pulse that runs through the formation. They do not fight for gold, but for lineage and the unfading oath that binds them. They know that before dusk the earth will claim its crimson libation.
His armour is pitted with rust and the dried blood of a thousand forgotten battles. He has no technique, no style. His combat is an industrial process of human dismantling. Each blow does not seek to defeat the opponent: it seeks to break morale, to crush bone, to eradicate hope.
They say that inside the armour there is no longer a man, but a physical concept: imminent end.
Pulso del Núcleo — First of three novels. Epic dark fantasy. A world shattered by catastrophe, four ancestral artefacts, and an ancient power that grants no victory — it demands price.
By crossing into the Hollow, you accept that the stories held herein were not made to comfort you. You are a witness in the dark. There is no return. No assurance. And truth is a burden you shall bear alone.
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