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

Ian nodded, sliding his dagger free from the dirt and following Eli off the arena floor, leaving behind blood, silence, and victory.

From the gallery, Velrosa watched them leave.

She turned her gaze toward the corpse of Vern and whispered to herself:

"Seems we might've found a monster just like us, brother."

The words hovered in the darkness, faintly growing and dimming like a heartbeat suspended in the air before Ian.

Ian stood still in the narrow alleyway, shadowed by the towering walls of stone around him.

The dim flame torched would occasionally flicker weakly overhead in ways that would cast distorted and eerie silhouettes on the cobbled path. The clamor of the arena was now distant, but still echoed like fading thunder—cheers, screams, the roar of men hungry for blood—but here, all was still.

The Sanctum