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 ground trembled with each distant roar, a jagged rhythm that would echo through the bones of the spectators lining the upper tier of the arena.

Smoke coiled from the great pyres lit along the walls of the coliseum, making flickering shadows over the faces of the gathered crowd—warriors, nobles, watchers, and beasts alike.

They stood shoulder to shoulder beneath banners of desperate factions and rising warlords, eyes locked on the blood-slicked arena below.

Ian stood among the unsponsored at the staging zone just beyond the iron gates, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on the battle unfolding below.

A ring of blackened stone encircled the arena floor, scorched with old magic and pitted with claw marks too large to be anything natural.

It painted the sand in arcs and splatters. The bodies of the fallen were not removed—only trampled.

Trial of Merit