In a quiet, old-fashioned room crafted from weathered wood and stone, the morning light filtered gently through the window slats. The scent of aged timber lingered in the air, grounding the silence like a memory left behind.
Lying on the bed was a girl with striking violet hair and pale, almost porcelain skin. Slowly, her golden eyes fluttered open, glowing faintly in the morning dim.
She sat up with a soft stretch, brushing her fingers through her messy hair.
Yes. This was Meera.
The Meera who had stepped into Oblivar with nothing—And now… she had something.
A spark. A system. A path.
She turned her gaze toward the simple wall clock hanging in front of her—its wooden frame chipped and crooked. The hands pointed squarely at 7:00.
Meera blinked.
Then it all came rushing back—The Heaven Library. The breathing technique.The black smoke rising from her skin.The pulse from deep within her chest…Her Core awakening.
"Ember-Class," she whispered to herself, a small grin forming. "In both mana control and power ranking…"
She felt alive, buzzing with subtle energy. Her hands tingled just resting on the blanket.
But then her smile faded slightly.
Wait... Her thoughts snapped into focus.Necromancer class… That means I have a summon.
She sat up straighter, eyes widening.
"Summon: Fight."
The room darkened as black mist curled upward from the floor in front of her. It twisted and thickened like a shadow being stitched into existence.
Within seconds, a skeletal figure emerged—tall, lean, and terrifying in its simplicity.
Its body was forged entirely from pale, ivory bone, held together by an unseen force. Cracks lined its ribcage like ancient scars. In its right hand: a jagged, bone-carved sword. Its left arm bore a makeshift shield fused from spine and shoulder plates.
The creature knelt down before her.
One bony hand over its hollow chest.Its head bowed low, as if acknowledging a queen.A knight—born of death, loyal beyond words.
Meera stared in awe.
The room around it had dimmed unnaturally. The very floor near the summon was now marked with faded sigils, and an unholy aura pulsed outward in waves, making the air around her feel heavier, older.
Her throat felt dry.
And yet, strangely… she wasn't afraid.
She whispered another word, curious—half-instinct, half-command:
"Weakness."
A faint shimmer passed through her eyes.
Then, without warning, text etched itself into the air before her, glowing in dull grey and violet tones—different from when she analyzed the living.
It was colder. Sterile. Like it came from beyond death itself.
[WEAKNESS ANALYSIS — UNDEAD TYPE]
Target:FightClassification: Lesser Undead WarriorSummoner Link: Bound – Soul Level 1Core Structure: Bonebound EssencePrimary Weakness:☠️ Blunt Force – Multiple direct impacts to spine may destabilize formSecondary Weakness:☠️ Holy Aura – Damage amplification ×2Mental Instability Risk: 0% (Summon is Loyal)Combat Style: Melee VanguardSkills:
Slash (Basic)
Shield Bash (Stun Chance: 8%)
Grave Pull (Taunt AoE – 3 seconds)Passive: Endless Stamina – Immune to fatigue unless critically damaged.
Meera leaned closer, absorbing every line.
Blunt damage. Holy aura. Instinctual aggression.
It wasn't just a mindless creature. It was a warrior, forged to fight with tireless fury.
And more importantly… it was hers.
"You'll do," she murmured, a little surprised at how naturally the words came out.
The skeleton lifted its head slightly—just enough to acknowledge her voice—but didn't rise from its kneeling position. It awaited her command with silent, undying patience.
Then came a thought.
If this undead was summoned here... Could others detect it?
She stood up, pulling her cloak tighter around her, suddenly aware of the faint chill the summon brought with it. Her boots tapped softly on the stone floor as she stepped around Fight, inspecting the ripple-like marks left by the summoning ritual.
What if someone sees this and reports me?
She had no idea how the world viewed necromancers yet. The library had given her power, but not answers. Not yet.
Better to be cautious.
"Dismiss."
The moment the word left her lips, the skeletal knight turned to mist once again. It collapsed silently into itself, drawn back into the invisible tether between them.
The room brightened again—like a shadow had just exhaled and left.
She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
Then—Knock. Knock.
Her heart jumped.
A voice called out through the door. Crisp, cold, and controlled.
"Outlander. You're up early."
Meera stiffened.
She recognized that voice.
Silver hair. Ice-blue eyes. A blade at her hip.The girl from the guild. Lyra Frostveil.
"Wait, I need some time," Meera said quickly, trying to keep her voice steady.
Outside the door, Lyra paused. "Okay. Do what you want," she replied. "I'm heading to the Adventurer's Guild. If you want… we can meet there."
Meera waited until the footsteps faded, then sat on the edge of her bed, deep in thought.
Looks like my summons really are tied to my strength. If I grow, they grow too. That's… useful. But also risky.
Still, she pushed the thought aside for now.
She took a quick bath, dressed, and returned to the inn's dining hall for breakfast. The food was passable—stew and hard bread. Filling, but nowhere near the warmth and flavor of Earth's meals. Especially not the dishes made by the old woman who once adopted her.
Focus, she reminded herself.
🏛️ At the Adventurer's Guild
Thirty minutes later, Meera stood before the tall stone entrance of the Adventurer's Guild.
She stepped inside.
The hall was alive with clanking armor, chatter, and the scent of leather and steel.
At the reception desk stood Lyra, speaking quietly with Miss Isabella. Meera approached them with a smile.
"Good morning, Miss Isabella. Good morning, Lyra."
Both turned to her and answered in unison, "Good morning."
"So, what's your plan for today?" Lyra asked.
"I plan to take a mission," Meera replied confidently.
"Sounds good," Lyra said with a nod.
Meera turned to the receptionist. "Miss Isabella, how do I take a mission?"
Isabella looked apologetic. "You can't take one just yet."
Meera blinked. "Why not?"
"Because your class, element, and rankings haven't been registered yet at this branch."
Meera frowned. "But I already joined the guild…"
"You registered your identity," Isabella said calmly. "But not your abilities. We can't assign missions until we verify them officially."
Meera sighed. "So how do I do that?"
"It's simple. Please follow me."
🔍 Power Registration Room
The room she was led into was clean and plain, with white walls, a few modest decorations, and one strange centerpiece—a stone podium with a glowing crystal sphere floating atop it.
"This is the Registration Podium," Isabella explained. "Insert your guild card into the slot and place your hand on the sphere. It will scan and identify your class and elemental affinity."
Meera's chest tightened.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
Necromancer… Shadow.
What would happen if they saw?
Still, she had no choice.
She inserted her guild card. The pedestal pulsed red as it began scanning.
Then she heard it:
A voice—whispering right into her ear.
"Now place your hand on the sphere."
Her head snapped to the side, but no one else had spoken.
Still… she obeyed.
She placed her hand on the orb.
Instantly, she felt something pull at her—energy flowing from her palm into her chest, scanning her core like threads unraveling.
Then came the system notification.
⚠️ [WARNING]
External force attempting to scan your system interface.System power too low. Unable to block scan. Proceed with caution.
Her eyes widened.
No…
She tried to pull away, but her hand wouldn't move. It was stuck. She began to panic.
Then—just like that—the sphere stopped glowing.
Her hand came free.
"Now, please take your card," Isabella said.
Meera pulled her card from the pedestal, breath catching in her throat.
Her hands trembled.
Two words glowed on the surface of her guild card, written in pale, luminous ink:
SHADOW ELEMENTNECROMANCER CLASS
She looked up.
Isabella's expression had shifted. The warmth in her eyes had been replaced with something else.
A long silence hung between them.
What does it mean to be a Necromancer in Oblivar?Are Shadow and Necromancy feared… or forbidden?Will Meera be cast out—or worse?
To find out what happens next, continue in Chapter 14
📖 Author's Note — Chapter 13: Awakening and Shadows
Hello, dear readers!
In this chapter, Meera truly begins to step into her new life in Oblivar, awakening her Ember-Class Core and discovering the Necromancer class summon for the first time. I wanted to explore the mix of wonder and unease that comes with newfound power—especially one as mysterious and feared as necromancy.
The summoning scene is special because it ties Meera's growth directly to her strength and introduces a unique dynamic where her summons are an extension of her own soul. It's both empowering and a little dangerous.
Also, the tension with the Adventurer's Guild registration shows that power isn't just about strength—it's about acceptance, trust, and sometimes, fear of the unknown.
Thank you so much for following Meera's journey. I hope you felt the quiet intensity of this moment as much as I did writing it!
Stay tuned for the next chapter — things get darker, and the shadows deepen.
With gratitude,
SoulRifter
📊 Reader Poll
What excites you most about Meera's Necromancer powers so far?
A) The mysterious summon "Fight" and its unique abilities
B) The system interface and game-like mechanics in the world
C) The tension and consequences of being a necromancer in Oblivar
D) The growing relationships and guild dynamics (like Lyra and Isabella)
Vote and let me know why in the comments!
💬 Comment Prompt
What do you think Meera should do about her Necromancer class being revealed to the guild?
Should she try to hide it and be cautious?
Or openly embrace it and face whatever comes?
And what do you think Lyra's real intentions are toward Meera? Share your thoughts!