Thrown into a nightmare he never chose, Anthony wakes up in a world where pain breathes through every shadow.

Here, death comes without warning, power is hoarded by monsters in human form, and the weak are erased without ceremony. There are no heroes. No second chances. Only those who adapt — or die screaming.

Anthony is no savior. He carries wounds he won’t name. But in this world that devours, every scream becomes a weapon. Every failure, a mutation.

To survive, he must evolve. Not to be strong — but to stop breaking.

Because in this world, even the broken can become gods.

Anthesis of Sadness is a journey of blood, will, and transformation — where the deepest tragedy may not be death… but the person we become to survive.

I don't hear them. I don't read them. They don't reach me through the ear or the eye. But I feel them. Not like one feels a thought rising. No. Not that cognitive push, predictable, guided by a need for meaning. It's something else. Older. More basal. Like sensing a fever in the tongue before the body even acknowledges it. A strange heat, persistent, not painful but intrusive, lodged in the back of the mouth, in the gums, beneath the palate, at the exact spot where the breath folds before becoming sound. And what's pushing there, gently, without jolt but without pause, has nothing of a symptom. It's a presence.


Chapter 241 - The Threshold of My Voice