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 half of what I used to be. At death’s door I somehow turned ethereal and have kept that “ghost” form for so long that I have almost forgotten what it’s like to taste and touch. I go incognito, and very few know that I am still alive. For such a delicate mission that I plan, silence is golden. Yet location is paramount.
I settled down in an old, decrepit house on the outskirts of the god-forsaken village of Springdale. You could say it is a lovely place. And indeed, it may seem like one: fragrant meadows, dense forests, mountains which prop up the sky with their snowy peaks. Hardworking peasants, a tavern offering affordable food and drinks — everything seems perfect. Yet, beneath that facade, life is anything but good.
Absolute darkness surrounds me — not a single glimmer of light — yet a clear path to salvation has been etched into my memory. A deathly silence stretches for hundreds of yards, broken only by the thundering of my heart. Yet for me, it beats with unnatural slowness. My brigand reflexes, honed through decades, grant me the ability to think with focused rage, clarity, and swiftness even in these dire circumstances.
The squad of seven, perfectly balanced and thoroughly coordinated, perished in just a few heartbeats without a single muted death whisper. Even the wolf’s warning howl proved futile…
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.
