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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 swordsman stood in front — tall, lean, pale-skinned with eyes like steel and a blade nearly as tall as he was.

His stance wasn't that of a novice.

He had fought before. Killed before.

But the way his knuckles clenched around the hilt told Ian this was the first time he'd stood before a creature like him.

The support mage — a slender man with short black hair, eyes glowing faintly with blue runes along his neck — narrowed his gaze.

He looked like the cautious type.

A silent thinker with spells ready at his fingertips.

The third — the fire-scorched woman with sharp green eyes — said nothing. Her burn had crusted over in blood and soot, but she stood tall.

The fire hadn't dimmed her gaze. If anything, she looked like the type who would rather die standing than kneel to anything, even death.

Murmurs Beneath The Pale Sun