Known only by a ciphered name, R.J. Solkhamir walks the line between myth and memory, weaving worlds where gods bleed, shadows speak, and names carry ancient power.
Little is known of their origin-only whispers echo through ink-stained pages and forgotten lore. Some say they were born from starlight in the mountains of Banwaon. Others claim they are a watcher, an archivist of divine wars once silenced by time.

Their stories are not just tales-they are keys.

Each chapter hides a shard of their truth.
Each name, a clue.
Each ending, a beginning for those who dare to look deeper.

📜 "The truth is written between the lines. If you read closely, you'll find me."