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 iron scent of formality filled the council chamber — velvet drapes, ancient banners, and gleaming black marble underfoot — yet nothing could mask the stench of blood that clung invisibly to the air.

Lady Morlain stood before the assembled Council and noble houses, her silver hair braided tight against her skull like a warrior preparing for execution.

Her hands were still, perfectly composed.

"Esteemed Council of Esgard," she began, her voice steady but alive with a dangerous undercurrent. "I come before you not with trivial grievance, but with a grave claim of bloodshed and betrayal."

The council chamber felt smaller with every word she spoke, the air tightening like a garrote.

Blood on Stones