Archimond, the strongest necromancer who once plunged the continent into terror, had lost his life to the sword of the hero Berkel Reinland. He raised armies of the dead. He toppled kingdoms. He made the world tremble. And in the end, a hero put a sword through his chest.
Two hundred years later, he opened his eyes again.
He was reborn as a baby. A crying, helpless infant in a prestigious swordsmanship family. A clan that built its name on honor, steel, and the hatred of all things dark and undead.
His new family despises necromancy. They teach their children to swing swords before they can walk. They burn black magic wherever they find it.
Archimond does not care.
As a baby, lying in his crib, surrounded by relatives who would kill him if they knew the truth, he spoke his very first words:
“Guardians of darkness, my servants, my soldiers—heed my command!”
Now the greatest necromancer in history is growing up in a family of swordsmen. He must hide his power. He must pretend to swing a blade while raising the dead in secret. He must smile at the people who would burn him at the stake.
And somewhere out there, the descendants of the hero who killed him are still watching.
Can the reborn necromancer conquer a family that despises everything he is, or will his past catch up with him before he can rebuild his army?
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