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In a world where magic and steel collide, people are granted powerful abilities at the age of 15, their strength determined by a mysterious level system. Yet, at 18, Liora remains powerless—an outcast among her peers. But on the night of her birthday, everything changes. A forbidden power awakens within her: Necromancy. With the ability to command the dead, she gains strength beyond comprehension—but at a terrible price.

As Liora rises, her power grows darker and more dangerous. With Kael, a courageous swordsman, by her side, she seeks purpose in a world that begins to fear her. Their bond blossoms into love, but fate is cruel. When Kael is taken from her, grief pushes Liora into the abyss. She becomes a force of nature, leading an unstoppable army of undead, her once-noble heart consumed by vengeance.

But as her power reaches divine levels, even the gods take notice. The line between savior and destroyer blurs. With the world on the brink of annihilation, Liora faces an impossible choice: embrace her dark destiny and destroy everything—or find a way to defy fate and restore balance.

Necromancer’s Reign is a dark fantasy epic filled with intense battles, tragic love, and the struggle for redemption. Liora’s journey from powerless outcast to god-slayer will leave kingdoms trembling and readers questioning whether she is the hero or the villain of her own story.

Necromancer’s Reign

Liora and Alaric had been running for hours, but the air behind them still crackled with unnatural energy, as if the Hollow King's presence had left a stain upon the world. The land itself seemed sick, the grass brittle, the soil cracked and lifeless.

Only when they reached the twisted remains of an abandoned watchtower did they finally stop.

Alaric collapsed against the stone wall, gasping for breath. "That wasn't normal."

Liora leaned on her staff, exhaustion threatening to pull her under. "Nothing about this is normal."

The Hollow King had spoken to her.

A force that slithered through the cracks of her soul, whispering in a voice that almost sounded familiar.

Liora clenched her fists. No. She wouldn't let it in.

Alaric's voice cut through the silence. He was watching her, the flickering torchlight casting shadows over his sharp features.

Because the truth was, she didn't know.

Liora had power. More than ever before. She had raised the dead, bent them to her will, and even severed the Hollow King's hold—if only briefly.

That village? It was just the beginning.

Liora exhaled, her fingers tightening around her staff. "We need to get stronger."

Alaric arched an eyebrow. "Stronger? Liora, that thing turned an entire village into a graveyard. We barely made it out alive."

She turned toward him, eyes burning with determination.

"We can't run forever, Alaric. That power—it's spreading. If we don't find a way to fight it, this entire world is going to fall."

Alaric studied her for a long moment. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Then she did something she hadn't done since they first met.

A cold blue glow illuminated the darkened watchtower as her status screen flickered to life.

[ Skills: Summon Skeleton Warrior (Lv.5), Bone Shield (Lv.4), Dark Channeling (Lv.3), Soul Severance (Lv.2), Flesh Binding (Lv.1) ]

Her fingers hovered over the last skill.

She had unlocked it after the battle. But she hadn't dared use it.

Liora swallowed. "There's a place. An old ruin north of here. The Forsaken Catacombs."

Alaric stiffened. "The ruins where necromancers were—"

It was dangerous. Even she knew that.

But if she wanted to grow stronger, she needed to learn.

Alaric's jaw tightened. "You're really willing to risk this? You saw what that thing did. If you go too far down this road, you might not come back."

"If I don't, there won't be a world left to come back to."

Alaric sighed. "Damn it." He stood, running a hand through his hair. "I guess we're heading to the ruins, then."

Liora allowed herself a small, tired smile.

The Price of Power