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

The streets, normally alive with noise and flame, were hushed—like the city itself feared what was to come.

Only the wind, whispering through alleyways, and the distant toll of iron bells.

And the gods of blood would be sated.

Ian stood unmoving as the carriage slowed. The arena rose before him as though it were the corpse of a god—immense, rotting with memory, carved from stone that remembered every scream it had ever heard.

It were better even than the pits and it's dungeons.

Inside, the stench hit harder than any blow—sweat, rust, piss, and something older.

Death that never quite washed out.

The Arena Calls.