Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

It was a long dream. Or rather, it felt like a long nightmare in which Gabriel felt as if he was drowning. In the nightmare, he tried to get out of the water but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't succeed. He kept failing again and again. It was as if a strange force kept pulling him down into the ocean, trying to bury him in the depths of the unknown. He was suffocating. Each breath felt like a struggle. He didn't know how long he had resisted with all his might. A day? A week? A month? A year? Or centuries?

He felt like he was never going to escape this ocean. He was going to be buried here. However, as he was about to drown after struggling for an eternity, he noticed a hand that was reached out towards him. He couldn't see the face of the person who extended their hands. Still, he reached out and grabbed on to that hand which was his last hope. As soon as he held that hand, he felt a warm essence enveloped him. All the discomfort started disappearing. The dark sky started changing color as a beautiful sun rose above. The ocean disappeared, and he found himself standing on the clouds, looking down at the world below. He looked around to find the person who had reached out his hand to help him. He didn't even know if it was actually a dream as it all felt so real. After looking around, he found the person whose back was turned towards him. The man had a beautiful red robe that had a peculiar pattern on it. He felt that he had seen that robe before, but he didn't remember where. It was as if all his memories were hazy at the moment. He couldn't even remember his name presently as his mind was hazy. He reached out his hand, about to ask something. But before he could utter a single word, the other person spoke. "How long are you going to sleep?" "Who are-" Gabriel tried again, but once again his sentence was cut off. "It's not the time yet. But remember, my child. You must not-"

The man started speaking with each word, his words started feeling distant as cracks started developing around the world. Before Gabriel could hear the complete sentence of the person, the world completely shattered. Gabriel opened his eyes, noticing his hand was grabbing onto his chest tightly. His heart was beating so fast like never before. Gabriel also noticed another strange thing. Something appeared different about his heart. When he faced Caen, his heart was ripped out of his chest and destroyed. Ever since then, he had been surviving with a fake heart that Ezekiel created. But this time, something was different. This heart... It felt real. It wasn't a fake heart. It was a part of him. He also felt itching on his back. It wasn't his heart that felt uncomfortable, but his back. He moved his hand behind his back, to itch but he was stunned as he felt something on his back. There was something coming out of his back...

In disbelief, he created a mirror before him and looked at his reflection. The moment he saw his reflection, he grew stunned. From his back, there were two angel-like wings coming out. But the wings looked different from the Archangel Wings delivered in the statues. His wings were different as one wing was white, depicting purity. His other wing was pitch black, like the darkest corruption in the world. It wasn't just his wings that made him different from before. He also noticed a crown above his head. The crown wasn't real. Instead, it felt like it was made from the essence of this world. It was real, yet illusory at the same time. He tried to touch the crown, but his hands simply passed through. There were also more differences in his body. His hair was now golden as well as longer. They came down to his back. As he inspected himself further, he realized that a sense of power radiated from within him, enveloping him in a warmth that felt familiar yet completely new at the same time. He was bare chested so he could see that there was no wound on his body. He was perfectly fine. Or rather, he was even better than before. He felt a power inside him that made him much stronger. And the strangest part was that he could absorb the essence of this world. He didn't need to return to his own world to recover his strength when he exhausted himself. His eyes, once a shade of blue, now glowed with an otherworldly silver light. The silver pupils made him appear like he had lost his vision, but he was able to see even more clearly than before. He also felt he was taller than before. He also looked older. If at first, he looked like he was in his early twenties, then he now looked like he was in his late twenties. His body was stronger. He didn't just look like someone who used magic, but a warrior who used a heavy sword to fight. "Just what... happened?" He didn't understand what was happening.

The last thing he remembered was that he had jumped into the river to absorb the blood essence. After that, he had been inside that nightmare which felt awfully real for some reason. "Is this because of the blood? But these wings..."

Elzeirans didn't have wings. Even Archangels didn't have wings like this. So he didn't understand how he had these wings. He looked like an Archangel but also different. "It looks like you are awake." A voice came from behind Gabriel, accompanied by the sound of the door opening. Gabriel turned around, noticing that it was Karyk who had arrived. Unlike him, Karyk looked just like before. There was no change in him. If anything, he looked slightly exhausted as he had used his essence to help him.