Rebirth: Necromancer's Ascenscion

"We will meet again," he said, voice low and resolute. "At the First Descent Tournament. Don’t be late."

Ian did not speak.

Only watched.

And in a breath, the man was gone.

Not vanished. Not teleported.

Erased.

The forest wept around Ian.

The trees moaned, bent and broken. The sky remained fractured above.

And in the silence that followed, Ian remained still.

Judgment hummed in his grip.

He looked toward the horizon, and for the first time in a long while, narrowed his eyes with something akin to anticipation.