The voice filled the chamber; the only sound in the chamber was the slow hum of the breeze of wind which was entering through the window, and the slow humming of Leon's ragged breaths.
His eye shifted to his side as he spotted a figure leaning next to a table, arms folded next to their chest.
A man stood there in silence, tall, hair was black and falling like a shadowed veil over his shoulders.
Dark, curved horns rose from his head, they were traced with the faint lines of gold that glimmered under the light.
His face was pale, and it was sharp and emotionless. His eyes were cold and ancient, as if they had seen countless eras pass.
A black robe was clinging to him, threaded with dull gold, and at his chest a dark, sun-like sigil glowed softly.
"Wh-who are you!?" He muttered under his breath, his voice was a bit shaky.
"Me?" The man said, his voice was deep, but calm.
"I'm your summon, technically I'm not." He said, eyes fixed on Leon, who was still inside the bed, arms folded.
Leon pushed his body to get back up, sitting on the bed while his lips parted slightly with shock, the sweat of his face rolled down his cheek as it fell on his hand.
"What do you mean by 'technically you're not?' No, leave it. What do you mean by you're my summon? How the hell did you become my summon?" He said, his tone was full of confusion.
"Listen, kid. You don't have to know about stuff so soon. Just keep in mind that I'm your summon." The figure said, taking a step closer to close the distance between him and Leon.
A small sigh escaped through Leon's mouth, he was trying to calm his body down to comprehend the current situation.
His voice came once again, softer than before this time. "So, how much can you tell me? Because I can't trust you like this." He said, eyes fixed on the man, there was no emotion on his face.
"I'm Draviel Ignivar." The man said as he slowly walked towards Leon.
He closed the distance between them and stopped when he reached the bed. His eyes were locked on Leon, there was no kind of expression on his face.
"So, Draviel. Should I trust you? And I want to know about you and how you became my first summon." Leon said, looking straight into the eyes of Draviel.
Draviel didn't say anything for a while, but then his voice came low, and it was deep. "I was staying in the grimoire, which you recently made yours. When you became the new contractor of that grimoire, I also became a summon of yours."
Leon looked at Draviel once, then shifted his gaze to his hands, and he clenched them. "So, you're with me because of the grimoire, huh?"
He took a small pause as he continued. "But, why were you inside of that grimoire, and why are you connected to it?"
"I can't tell you everything this early, you'll get to know the truth really soon."
Draviel took a small pause as he continued. "I'll help you on your journey, that's what you have to know."
'Why does he talk like that? That's so cringe.'
"As you say, I'm fine with it regardless of the information."
Draviel didn't say anything, just closed his eyes as he leaned his back and rested it on the wall.
A system panel appeared in front of his eyes.
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◈ LEGENDARY TITLE ◈
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[Title: The Chosen of Necromancy]
Rank: Legendary (Unique)
Type: Path-Bound | Soul-Linked | Evolving
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[Authority of Death]
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• Necromantic entities instinctively recognize you as a chosen conduit of death.
• Lesser undead are naturally submissive.
• Intelligent undead experience hesitation, reverence, or hostility suppression
based on your soul strength.
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[Soul Resonance]
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• Soul compatibility with death-aligned mana is greatly increased.
• Maximum soul load and summon capacity significantly enhanced.
• Mental corrosion, soul backlash, and sanity erosion from necromancy
are heavily reduced.
• Necromantic rituals gain higher success rates and stability.
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[Chosen Growth]
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• Necromantic power does not grow solely through levels.
• Power evolves through death-related experiences, including:
└ Witnessing death
└ Killing sentient beings
└ Binding souls
└ Surviving death-related trials
• Title effects will awaken new authorities as milestones are reached.
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[Hidden Authority — Locked]
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• Certain death-aligned powers remain sealed.
• Unlock conditions unknown.
• Soul strength and depth of necromantic understanding required.
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[Restrictions]
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• The necromancy path is absolute and cannot be abandoned.
• Holy- and Light-aligned paths suffer severe compatibility reduction.
• Divine beings and holy entities are instinctively wary of your existence.
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[Warning]
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• Necromancy does not forgive betrayal.
• The chosen walks a path that cannot be reversed.
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[This title will continue to evolve as the chosen descends deeper into death.]
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'What the hell!? The effects of this legendary title are insane...'
'It gives me +15 permanent stat boost... No, that's not even important. The Necromancy Class is just something else...'
A wicked grin started to curl up on his lips, and he raised his hand he putting it up on his face to cover his emotions.
A/N
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