[Participant in the Royal Road Writathon]

The Wild West, only if the entire wilderness was filled with all the horror and death the Native American legends spoke of. From Skinwalkers to Bakwas to Urayuli, even the Wendigo is real and very dangerous. People fight for their lives against these kinds of creatures just as often as they do against each other. Ether, the substance that allows the impossible and things known as Sigils give the men and women of the east a fighting chance against the beings that dwell west alongside the horrors that lie above, below, and within.The name of the game is survival. Survival of the mind, the body, and most importantly, the soul. All must Tread Lightly if they wish to not become another's corpse-like artifact, an unnamed body in an unmarked grave, a heartless demon's lunch, or the toy of an unknowable, unfathomable, and unseeable being of infinite time who yearns for enjoyment.Overconfidence and bravado are the hands of a fool, but sometimes fearlessness is needed when all others cower before what lies in the Wilds.

And fear is something that Wyatt Graves does not possess.

Updates every day, sometimes twice a day if I have extra time to write. 3000-word chapters on average.

Quite a bit of gore, action, messed-up powers, character death, mystery, and the occasional cosmic horror. Just a warning.

Also, in case any are curious, most creatures, monsters, demons, and the like are based on native American and just American folklore/mythology in general.