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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 city was always shifting with life, oblivious to the quiet shift of empires beneath its skin.

Velrosa walked ahead, her silhouette cutting a graceful path through the cobbled streets of Esgard's lower quarter.

She wore no veil today, no mark-laden cloak. Just a flowing dress of deep violet, cinched at the waist, its hem brushing the stone with each step. Her silver hair was tied in a braided knot that glinted beneath the sunlight.

Ian followed her in silence, boots crunching beside hers.

For once, he wore no cloak, only a dark tunic and gloves that hid the scars of battle. Vowbreaker rested sheathed and unnoticed at his back—though his senses were never truly at rest.

They moved through a narrow street flanked by merchant stalls and leaning buildings.

The scent of spice and oil drifted through the air, mingling with smoke from nearby chimneys.

Threads of Power