Demonic Possession

The calm before the storm is always deceiving. Especially when someone can feel, deep in their bones, that it won’t last — that some unseen threat is lurking, ready to strike at the worst possible moment. New intrigues are taking shape across the Empire. The King of the Golden Mists is desperately trying to keep hold of his deity. The fight over imaginary gold shows no sign of ending. And one very old — and very tired — mage just wants to go home. If that means saving the damned world, fine. And if not… well, he might just destroy it for good.

I’m just a humble 3D character artist, crafting heroes and monsters for video games. One day I was working on a witcher design—and the next, I woke up in a parallel world, trapped in the body of a real witcher. And not even a lucky one. Now we share one body, two minds, and I’m forced to sculpt myself anew—stronger, sharper, cooler. This world is crawling with undead and unholy beasts. Familiar animals turn out to be monsters, and ancient horrors from forgotten fairy tales are waking up. The Great Eclipse is coming, when dark forces rise… and someone—or something—has crossed over from the Other Side. I just wanted to survive. But the deeper I go, the more the whirlpool of fate pulls me in. What kind of game are the gods playing?