Fragmetica: Remnant Hollow

A world of knights, magic, and myths—an endless cycle, told through the eyes of the underworld and the forsaken. Yet with each variation, there is hope; and with every death, knowledge. Fitting, then, to suggest a deeper framework at play—not mere defeat, but destiny. Not just an end, but a transformative passage. A fantasy world, grimdark and mythological, weaving existentialism into its very foundation. It borrows from scattered myths and cultures, fragmented and fused into a singular, haunting mosaic. In its fragmented tapestry, one hears the thunder of Mjölnir, echoing through forgotten battlefields where gods once bled. Djinn and Ifrit whisper through scorched winds, spinning tales of bargains forged in shadow. Slavic wraiths and Rusalki drift across mirror-lakes, lamenting histories buried beneath snow and time. The dragons of Song and Tang, coiled in celestial patterns, shape fate with breath that weaves heaven and earth. Echoes of Celtic sorrow and Greek hubris clash against the reverent silence of Roman ruins, where valor was measured in sacrifice. Across this world, myths do not simply live—they decay, reform, and rise again. Identity fractures beneath archetypes; memory bleeds into prophecy. Creation is not gifted, but wrested from chaos. And every hero, haunted by their own echo, must decide whether to serve fate—or break it. this is my knightsphere my.....fragmented worlds my fragmetica