
by Frog_Apostle
Welcome, Hollowed Souls, to the Ancient World of Necroma. In the doomed world of Necroma, where magic is fading and gods are little more than dying myths, a new Age of Pioneers has begun.The Seventh Continent has been discovered.A living land called The New World waits in silence, vast and hungry beneath its eternal storms. It is a realm of dragons and monsters, twisted forests and ancient power, where mana seeps from the earth like blood from an open wound.Empires hunger for its crystals.Secret Orders experiment in its shadows.The Inquisition burns anything that defies nature. And in the chaos of their wars, something far more dangerous is accidentally born. They were never meant to be heroes.They were never meant to be alive. They were meant to be containers.Living batteries to recharge dying magic. Hollowed Cells. Strangers torn from another world and bound into flesh-made vessels, their hearts replaced with cores of raw mana.Souls stitched together.Memories scrambled.Existence turned into a mistake too powerful to erase. To the Thirteen Colonies, they are curiosities.To the Secret Order, lost experiments to be reclaimed.To the New Elven Empire, weapons of mass destruction.To the Sacred Inquisition, abominations that must be purged. Hunted by armies and burdened by power that corrodes the mind, they must choose what they will become in a world that seeks to own them, break them, or erase them from history. The New World does not welcome outsiders.It devours them with teeth and magic. And from its depths, a rebellion is whispered into existence—not born from hope,but from defiance of existence itself. This is the Song of Broken Souls and buried secrets.The Requiem of Living Weapons.And the beginning of Nevermore My goal is to create an epic story that is dark, beautifully tragic, and showcases the remarkable endurance of the human spirit against all odds.
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