Divine Necromancer : Cultivating Life & Death

It was a night of relentless rain. The sky roared with thunder, and flashes of lightning illuminated the darkened world in brief, eerie glimpses. The downpour was merciless, drenching everything in its path, turning the ground into a treacherous mess of mud and water.

Amidst the chaos, a lone figure was running. His breath was ragged, his muscles burned with exhaustion, but he couldn't afford to stop. Behind him, at least thirty pursuers were on his trail, their weapons gleaming under the storm's fury. Yet, he wasn't just running—he was fighting.

Every step was a battle, every movement a struggle for survival. He had spent years in the shadows, an assassin feared by many, a name whispered in fear and reverence. He had taken countless lives without hesitation. And yet, tonight, he was the hunted.

Betrayal. The bitter taste of it clung to his soul more than the rain soaked his skin. The one he had called a friend, the one he had trusted above all, had deceived him. His so-called best friend had sold him out, orchestrated this hunt, and turned his own people against him.

But if they thought he would go down easily, they were wrong.

With a blade in one hand and sheer fury in his heart, he fought. One by one, he cut them down. Their screams were lost in the storm, their blood mixing with the rain-soaked earth. He was a whirlwind of death, unstoppable, merciless. And then, there was only one left. The man who had betrayed him.

They stared at each other in the flashing lightning, one with a smug grin, the other with eyes filled with cold determination. No words were needed. He struck, fast and deadly, and his best friend's body crumpled to the ground.

Victory. But at what cost?

He staggered, his vision blurring. Blood oozed from deep wounds across his body. He had won, but he was barely standing. His strength was fading.

For the first time in his life, he felt something unfamiliar—not just pain, but regret. His entire existence had been one endless struggle. From childhood, all he had ever known was survival. No family, no love, nothing but the cold, merciless world of assassins and betrayal.

And now, as he stood on the brink of death, he realized something.

He had never truly lived.

His body wavered. The storm raged on. And in the darkness, he felt himself slipping away.