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

"You're barely a mage, are you?" Varn sneered widely. "Just a rat with a death wish."

Then, slowly, he raised both hands—and from seemingly thin air, the twin daggers appeared in a shimmer of dark mist. The blades glowed faintly, eager and hungry.

Ian's voice was cold, quiet, and without any hesitation.

"Aren't you babbling too much... for a man about to die?"

A breathless stillness rippled across the arena, taut as a drawn bow.

The announcer's voice cracked like thunder.

"Varn of House Lugard… Ian of House Elarin… Begin!"

He thundered forward, each plated step pounding into the blood-stained sand. His greatsword swung wide—fast, brutally fast.

Fear