Tired of litRPG novels with overpowered protagonists who steamroll through life with little emotion, depth, or stakes? Give few minute of your time in first few chapters of this novel, its different with slow-burn fantasy brimming with raw emotion, immersive world-building, and a protagonist you won’t soon forget. Step into a meticulously crafted world where magic has weight heavier than swords, history has scars with some open and some hidden, and no life is spared the cruel twists of fate even for ones thinks they have escaped. Our protagonist has been plagued by dreams and visions of brutal battles, suffocating dread, and death so vivid it feels like a poison bleeding into his waking life. These aren’t just fleeting nightmares. They leave behind a haunting imprint: the memories of a stranger's eyes, a life lived and lost, and the image of a woman whose presence in these dreams is as profound as it is painful. He doesn't know her, yet he wakes every morning carrying the phantom ache of her loss. This is a world of unflinching realism with a place where gods play dice with mortal lives, where kingdoms are built on betrayal and false histories, and where the weight of one's choices can crush just as easily as they can uplift. The magic here is not a tool for convenience; it’s a system steeped in logic and consequence. Politics simmer, religions clash, and every side character feels alive, with their own struggles, agendas, and complexities. Be warned: this story does not flinch. There is gore in its battles, darkness in its shadows, and a constant reminder that the world does not care for the convenience of heroes. Our protagonist will bleed, fail, and rise again, but the world will not bend to his will—just as it won’t bend to yours.