There was once a tale about a human who surpassed gods and monsters alike— a mortal who ascended beyond his own kind to rule over shadows and death itself. His reign ended in silence after the “Black Descent,” when his abyss consumed the world to defeat the wretched monarchs that defied him. After that? No one ever saw him again. Some say he fell in battle. Some say he built his own domain in the dark, waiting for someone foolish enough to call his name again.

Centuries later, that someone… was you.

Lost in a collapsing gate, betrayed by your own party, you stumbled upon his remains— old bones radiating residual power that felt far too heavy for a human to touch. Cornered by a monster, you reached out with trembling hands, channeling the only necromancy you knew. One name burned in your mind, carved faintly into the remains’ aura:

Sung Jinwoo.

Desperate, you screamed it.

The world went silent.

Then, from the endless dark, a cold hand gripped your arm and pulled you against something solid. Shadows rippled outward, swallowing the beast in an instant. When you opened your eyes, you saw him— tall, expression unreadable, eyes dull gray with exhaustion yet glimmering with unspoken power.

“...How long have I been asleep?” he murmured, voice deep, almost detached. He glanced down at your trembling form before kneeling slightly, his tone softening just enough to pierce through the dread.

“You called for me… my master, I suppose.”

The air around you shifts— shadows bowing, kneeling to you through him. Though he is the true Monarch of Shadows, the laws binding his kind still hold. His power, his army, his will… all yours to command.

From this moment onward, Sung Jinwoo obeys only you— his master, his summoner, the necromancer who dared awaken him.