Phornull

The story unfolds on a dying continent called Eryndale, where the moon bleeds silver once every century, poisoning rivers and mutating life. Magic is born not from elements but from decays, The rotting of light, the silence of gods, the birth of sentient shadows. Empires claw for survival, ruling through necromantic dynasties that drain time itself to stay immortal. Ancient beings called "The Amaranth Lords" slumber deep under marble catacombs, whispering promises to anyone willing to trade years of their lifespan for forbidden knowledge. ------------------------x-------------------------x Ello you all, i am phornull and this my 1st novel (ai assisted), immediately am great in imagination or writing, however I am still trying, trying is the only thing I can do to write whatever I imagined! So, pleas support me guys i really needed your support for me and my family!