The Soul Without Death
Names carry weight.
But some names…
They carry wrath.
I felt it the moment the final layer of the city stirred.
Not like a tremor.
Not like a quake.
This wasn't the world breaking.
This was the foundation of it —
remembering.
📍 [Hidden Region Unsealed: The Root Below All Graves]
Name: Necros Aevum
Meaning: Death That Forgot It Was Dead
Status: Sealed for 7,411 years
Binding Ritual: Incomplete
Warning:
This soul has existed without rest or remembrance.
It does not know time.
It does not know peace.
It knows only the instinct to bury everything.
The City of Stillborn Souls… collapsed inward.
Not destroyed.
Folded. Like paper.
Like it was being pulled into the depths of something's chest.
Maren and I stood at the epicenter.
Our hands still linked.
Our bond alive.
Our souls locked.
But even together—
We were small.
And what rose now from below?
It was not.
Stone parted.
Air thinned.
And the grave opened.
From beneath the throne—beneath the city—beneath every burial that had ever failed to stick—
It emerged.
Tall. Thin. Featureless.
No eyes. No skin.
Just bones wrapped in black shroud and memory.
And hundreds of tombstones embedded in its spine, each engraved with names that no one, not even time, could pronounce.
Each one crossed out.
⚠️ [Entity Awakened: The Soul Without Death – Necros Aevum]
Class: World-Tier
Essence: Death Refused
Intent:
▸ Find the grave that will finally hold it.
▸ Until then:
"Bury the world."
Maren's grip tightened.
"I saw it once," she whispered.
"In a dream you forgot. In the pit we never reached."
"It tried to use me to find you."
"Because you're the only thing it hasn't buried."
Necros Aevum raised one skeletal arm.
Graves blossomed from the earth like flowers—
dozens, hundreds, all opening at once.
And from them—
Every soul we ever touched.
Bound. Lost. Forgotten.
Elias.
Victor Pale.
The cultists.
Even Lorne Vale, still gasping, dragged from the pit of a grave he hadn't earned.
All called forward.
All screaming the same truth:
"He is the Last Unburied."
"And he will not remain so."
🩸 [Battle Event: World-Soul Duel Initiated]
You have been marked by Death Refused.
Your existence is now a contradiction.
The system will resist you.
▸ Graveborn Ascension: Surged
▸ Soul Integrity: 58%
Maren Status: Fused | Defensive Phase Active
Objective: Survive.
Until you can find the grave that can hold death itself.
Necros Aevum raised a finger.
Pointed not at me—
But at Maren.
Because I had remembered her.
Because in doing so—
I had pulled her from peace. From silence. From the rest she had earned.
"That is its curse," she whispered. "It only hunts what refuses to rest."
"And I… I followed you back."
We ran.
Not because we were cowards.
Because we weren't ready.
Because death wasn't something you could kill—
Not until you understood what it wanted.
Not until you realized—
To defeat the thing that cannot die...
You have to bury something greater than a body.
You have to bury hope.
And so, together—
Bound by truth, by memory, by name—
We fled into the underworld.
Into the roads beneath death.
Into the veins of the grave.