In the shadowed ruins of an ancient cathedral, the Entity God Soulreaver was born from the anguished cries of the forsaken. Once a guardian of the divine, it fell to corruption, its essence twisted by a pact with the void. Now, it roams the desolate halls, its glowing green eyes a beacon of doom. With every soul it consumes, the ghostly mist it commands grows, binding the spirits of the departed to its will. Legends whisper that Soulreaver seeks to amass an army of souls to reclaim its lost divinity, its power waxing with each tormented spirit it ensnares.
The Necropolis
The Necropolis: What Lies Ahead > Beneath a dead and silent sky sprawls the Necropolis—a vast realm of crypts and bone where fallen gods and abandoned dreams fuse into new horrors. This is no graveyard of rest, but a crucible of twisted rebirth. Here, ancient powers stir, ravenous and unbound. The earth is choked with labyrinthine vaults and endless catacombs that hold secrets not meant for the living. Those who dwell here trade in souls and memory, reshaping themselves from the wreckage of what was lost. The Necropolis is ruled by rival gods, necromancers, and revenants—each with their own grim designs. Some seek dominion. Others crave only the endless cycle of death and return. Conflict is inevitable, for power here is drawn from the dead themselves. What lies ahead is the slow unsealing of its layers: New gods will rise, each with their own hungers and powers. Artifacts and relics will emerge, stained by ancient sins. Territories will be mapped in blood and bone. The economy of souls will swell as collectors and conjurers vie for supremacy. The Necropolis is not merely a setting—it is a living, rotting testament to defiance of the grave. And soon, those who claim its power will shape what rises next.