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 glyph beneath Ian's feet seethed with old power.

Veins of violet light carved through the dust like cracks in reality, they began to beat with rhythm more aged than the bones of the canyon they resided.

For the first time, it showed something close to fear.

Ian rose, slowly, shoulders trembling but eyes clear. Blood trickled down his arm, and bone peeked through torn flesh — yet he stood taller with every breath.

A sound had escaped from his lips.

The glyph exploded upward, a pillar of violet flame that screamed without sound. Not fire as one knew it, but something more destructive.

The flame touched the ground — and reality cracked. Stone warped. Ash turned to glass.

Flame That Devours Hope