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 motion was sluggish. Heavy. Like his body no longer obeyed him. Like even the simple act of turning his head required him to lift a mountain. And yet, somehow, he did it.

His eyes found the thing behind him.

It bled into his face, twisted his mouth open, stole his breath.

The beast's monstrous form seemed to bend the very air around it. Its massive head lowered, just enough for its burning, violet eyes to meet Varn's gaze with a silent, patient hunger.

The scent hit next—rot and ruin, thick enough to taste. Its breath flowed over him in waves, warm and wet like open graves.

Spines of blackened bone jutted from the creature's back and ribs, flickering with a sickly violet mist. Its maw was half-open, jaws drooping wide enough to swallow a man whole.

Judgement.