Divine Necromancer : Cultivating Life & Death

Samael Flameheart stepped out of Xerth Academy, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the academy grounds. His awakening had been a grand event—an SSS Rank talent, a rarity that placed him at the pinnacle of power among the new generation.

As he entered his sleek, black luxury car, his attendants stood at attention, awaiting his command.

"Lord Samael, shall we head home?" his driver inquired.

But Samael's golden eyes remained fixed on a specific car ahead—Felix Ashford's.

His expression remained unreadable, but his voice was firm.

"Follow that car."

His people exchanged confused glances but obeyed without question. The car smoothly pulled onto the road, shadowing Felix's vehicle.

Samael leaned back, his thoughts spiraling into something he didn't fully understand.

It wasn't about Felix. It was about the boy who stood beside him earlier—Ashton Walker.

Those eyes.

Samael's dragon blood had stirred the moment he met Ashton's gaze.

A deep, mesmerizing shade of purple, unlike anything he had ever seen before. They were cold, calculating, yet held an undercurrent of something much more dangerous. A quiet power, restrained but not weak.

Samael had met countless hunters, warriors, and prodigies, but none had ever captivated him like this. His instincts, deeply tied to his dragon heritage, urged him closer.

His dragon side didn't just recognize strength—it sought out something worthy.

And for the first time in his life, his instincts weren't pointing toward an opponent to dominate but toward something else entirely.

Why him?

Ashton's talent had only been revealed as S Rank, but even that meant little. Xerth Academy's instructors and handlers kept detailed records of every student's true abilities, but the public never knew.

Samael was not aware of Ashton's actual talent.

And yet, that didn't change anything.

The feeling remained.

It was undeniable—a pull toward the unknown, toward him.

Samael exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the armrest.

What are you, Ashton Walker?

His gaze darkened as the car continued to follow, his curiosity turning into something far more dangerous.

He needed to find out.

And he would.