Shadow Weaver

Everything has rules. Even death. And like all rules, they can be broken. Storm caught the interest of someone who is willing to do just that. Only, this someone likes to play cruel games.

Storm is reincarnated into a world of fantasy and magic, but in a place where he loses the one thing he craves the most - freedom. In Cecilian, the lower class are oppressed. They are given two choices.

Fight. Or die.

So they face the Dungeon with trepidation. Some are lucky enough to be able to use their Wish from their Awakening to fight the monstrosities within. Others are not so lucky. Combat is brutal and the reward is little. As each grave is dug, hope dims. Yet they continue to fight in the hope that something, someday, will change.

But there is more going on in Cecilian then is obvious at first glance. The people's history has been forgotten. Books on what was have been erased, and now all that anyone remembers is what is. The nobles live in their wealth and safety while the royalty has been silent inside their castle for over a millennium. Still the people stay complacent, their fear of the ancient artifact Excalibur rusting the cogs of revolution.

And inside that castle that has been silent for over a millennium, something sinister bides its time. Waiting for someone foolish enough to release it onto the lands once again...