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 twisted, a contortion that should have been impossible for a man just impaled.

However, the wounds had longed healed.

Judgement, an extension of him now, caught one rod with a clang that vibrated through the air.

But the other, a streak of dark crimson, struck his shoulder with a sickening crack of force, the impact echoing like a falling tree.

The blow staggered him, forcing a sharp intake of breath.

A low growl, more animal than human, ripped from his throat—and Kaelsythra, like an inferno born of his essence, surged from the wound in his side.

It wasn't a passive bleed; it was an eruption, burning backward in a grey-tinged flare of pure, agonizing energy that caught Fang's extended wrist.

Fang flinched, a minute, almost imperceptible recoil, but he did not cry out.

The scent of seared flesh, sharp and acrid, briefly cut through the other smells of battle.

Fang vs Prophet II