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's blade screamed through the air—a flurry of controlled fury: strike, parry, lightning-quick riposte, a deceptive thrust, a subtle feint.

Every movement engineered to kill. Every blow laced with death-born power.

But Fang—his crimson rods a blur—met each one.

His defense was fluid, precise, almost serene in its inhuman grace.

Then, with a sweeping turn—less a maneuver than a dance—Fang deflected a neck-bound slash and, in the same breath, drove both rods into Ian's chest.

Ian flew—breath ripped from his lungs, body a ragdoll of shadow and steel.

He slammed into the base of a shattered monolith.

He sagged there, half-buried in rubble, smoke coiling from torn fabric and charred flesh. Violet wisps curled from his wounds.

Death vs Fang