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In a world where every individual awakens with a class at sixteen, Arlan, an orphan from the grimy alleyways of Duskhaven, dreams of a better life. However, when his awakening reveals the forbidden and feared class of Necromancer, his dreams quickly turn into a carefully guarded secret.

Arlan isn't your typical necromancer raising hordes of undead; instead, he finds himself bonded to Bones, a quirky skeletal rat who quickly becomes his unlikely companion. Together, they navigate the perilous life of adventurers, joining a rookie adventuring party while desperately concealing Arlan's dark powers. As they delve into dangerous dungeons teeming with monsters, hidden treasures, and deadly rivals, Arlan must carefully balance his necromantic abilities, all the while convincing his skeptical party members that he's just another summoner with an unusual familiar.

The stakes rise when Cedric, a righteous paladin prodigy, joins their group. Ever vigilant against the dark arts, Cedric's suspicions threaten to expose Arlan’s secret at every turn. Amid thrilling battles, humorous mishaps, and heartfelt friendships, Arlan struggles with his growing powers and morality, learning the true meaning of strength, loyalty, and courage.

A Slightly Undead Adventure is an exhilarating journey filled with humor, heart, and heroics, perfect for fans of fantasy who enjoy watching an underdog navigate the complexities of friendship, secrecy, and discovering one's true potential—even if that potential happens to involve talking skeletons.

A Slightly Undead Adventure

The Side Passage – Something Older Than the Ogryns

The tunnel was narrower and darker, its walls smoother than the rough cavern before. Unlike the rest of the dungeon, this place had been shaped, carved.

Tomas ran a hand along the stone. "This isn't Ogryn work."

Leila squinted at strange carvings along the walls—spirals, figures locked in battle, and something resembling a massive door.

Beren frowned. "So if they didn't build it, why are they here?"

Mira sighed, moving ahead. "Less thinking, more moving. Before another Ogryn warband—"

At the end of the passage stood a massive stone door, partially ajar, carved with intricate war sigils—but not just Ogryn symbols.

Tomas frowned. "That's… not just decoration."

Leila ran her fingers along the carvings. "This is a battle. Look."

The images on the door told a story—Ogryns fighting against creatures wrapped in shadows, massive figures locked in war, until finally—

A figure at the center sealed something away.

Mira crossed her arms. "That's a prison."

Beren narrowed his eyes. "A prison? Or a tomb?"

Leila scoffed. "What's the difference? Either way, we don't open it."

Tomas shook his head. "So the Ogryns aren't just invading this place. They're protecting it."

Leila exhaled. "That makes me feel so much worse."

Beren, ever helpful, swung Stonebreaker onto his shoulder. "Only one way to know what's inside, right?"

Mira threw up a hand. "Or—and hear me out—we don't open the ominous ancient door covered in battle warnings."

Tomas ignored them, staring at the cracked opening. "It's already open. Whatever's inside… something's waking up."

Leila tilted her head. "We should move. Now."

Dust rained from the ceiling. The door creaked open another inch—

And from inside the darkness beyond, something stirred.

Beren gripped his axe. "Well, that's probably not good."

Mira groaned. "I hate being right."

Tomas raised his shield, stepping in front of the group.

Whatever was inside the ruins, the Ogryns weren't just living here.

The Deeper Truth