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“You shall command… Legacy.”

Charon thought he would grow up to be a hero, a savior, a shining light for all humans across the galaxy.

But humanity is at war.

Beset on all sides, their empire is standing only through the combined forces of technology and magic. Massive mechs were constructed, the fabled Colossus Machines, designed to defend the galaxy. The Mages were rallied, bringing forth elemental destruction.

Yet it wasn't enough.

Planets fell, their people enslaved to the enemies of mankind. Even the Colossus Machines, strong as they were, could not keep up.

Charon was one of the orphans caught in the war effort, surviving through determination and courage, earning him the gaze of the God of Death.

Gifted with a great and terrible power, the reviled element Soul, the dead around him suddenly become gateways into a realm thought lost to time. Through it, he can chain undead beasts to himself, forcing them to serve in his legions.

He is sent into the River Acheron, the realm of the strongest undead, and is made to fight for his release. During this time, he attempts to uncover secret histories and advance his powers to master the undead.

With these powers, he learns something new about magic and technology: He can fuse souls into the Colossus Machines, allowing the power of Death to run through their cores. They become warped, twisted machines of vengeance that earn malevolent abilities. 

They become strong enough to win a war.

Magic and machine are mixed to create something more, something darker. An army fit for a master of magic, a general of legions, a conqueror of the stars...

An Archon of Death.

**WARNING**

The story has a lot of nuance and subplots. If you like complex world-building and lore, you'll love this.

He gets his power around chapter 5 or 6, and it then develops from there.

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Conquering the Stars with the Undead

Charon staggered back, his legs weakening from shock.

The once-broken head was now fully repaired and intact, the gray metal turning as black as midnight.

The jaw of the Colossus suddenly dropped, revealing rows of jagged metal teeth. Violet mist poured from the opening, washing over him and prickling his skin.

To his left, the scaffolding began to snap and break as the Colossus shifted, its right arm raising to reveal a clawed hand. Its palm was held up flat, inviting him to step on.

Momentarily holding himself back, Charon felt the sense of ease the Warden projected into his mind.

'If the Warden trusts the machine, then I should too. He won't hurt me, I know it.'

Taking a deep breath, he stepped off the wobbling scaffold and onto the layered metal of the hand. He crouched down to steady himself as the appendage lowered to the ground, allowing him to be back on stable foundations.

Zeta Colossus