Godless_

Ian Night’s life was a joke—until it wasn’t.

Betrayed, discarded, and left with nothing, he welcomed death when it came. But fate had other plans.

Reborn in chains, Ian awakens as a slave in a world where power is dictated by bloodlines and magic. 

While others wield fire and lightning, he is given dominion over something far more absolute: Death.

With every slain foe, every stolen soul, and every corpse bound to his will, Ian will carve his way from servitude to supremacy.

He will rise from the dirt. He will shatter his chains. And those who once cast him aside will learn what it means to fear the dead.

[Ability Unlocked: Soulbind – Bind the fallen to your will.]
[Absorb strength of fallen soul?]
[New Trait Acquired: Gravewalker – The dead whisper, and you listen.]

Kingdoms will tremble.
The weak will kneel.
And Ian Night will never be a failure again.

Or, like most in this cursed world, he’ll die trying.

Rebirth: Necromancer's Ascenscion

"Even I am yet to see the limits of his strength," the princess said, her eyes still tracing the constellations above. "Of course, that's not to say he's without one. I'd wager he is not as powerful as the Church's Light Crusaders or the Imperial Family's Dark Legion… nor the upper circles of the ancient factions. There are still those I believe might be stronger than Eli in this world."

She turned her gaze back to Ian, her voice cooling into something more serious.

"But, fortunately for me—none of them are my enemies."

Ian leaned back in his stone seat, his eyes narrowing with thought.

"So," he said, "where do I come in?"

"Ah yes," she smiled faintly, "I got sidetracked."

She placed her cup of tea down gently, then folded her hands across her lap.

"You've heard of the Arena, but I doubt you understand its true importance. Let me explain."

Ian stayed silent, his posture straightening, his attention fixed.

The Weight of Sand and Blood