Stories from the Land of Amun — beginning with The Last Wizard, a dark fantasy of lost magic, haunted minds, and the remnants of gods.
“Springdale may look charming — meadows, mountains, and a hardworking, tavern-fed village — but it sits quietly on the edge of disaster. Between alien swamps, restless dungeons, and villains armed with artifacts, survival here depends on staying invisible… and chasing something deeper: the Aard of Being.”
— The Last Wizard
I am probably the last wizard or at least what remains of me. At death’s door, I turned ethereal — and have been slowly losing myself ever since.
My friends have gone. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to taste and touch. Lurking has become my second nature. But there is a way out.
For nearly half a century I’ve hunted the Aard of Being, a unique artifact rumored to bring back youth. In my case, it empowers me — a feeble ghost — to reclaim my living body. Only then can I restore the Wizard’s Order, reigniting a flicker of hope for progress in this dystopian world.
The crimson glow faded, and darkness swallowed me whole.
Then came an ominous silence.
My brigand instincts hissed, “Run!”
I snapped back, “Enough!” They must not find us…
The Universe is inconceivable.
The final illusions of omniscience dissipated long ago, bringing about chaos. For millennia, the Collision has represented an unfathomable force, which was shaping the Universe on par with the gods. The primary battlefield that unfolded at the very heart of this world served as a proof that it is doomed and finally was a success: an epoch of struggle against mayhem was followed by the Divine Exodus. The Guardians abandoned the Land of Amun, quietly and unnoticed at first, allowing an illusion of the Creator’s will to linger for a while. Centuries later, the world as we knew it is on the brink of extinction, and providence ceased to be the truth, but rather became part of a history long forgotten.
