Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

Karyk approached the pitch-black coffin, curious as to who the body in the main coffin belonged to.

For it to be placed in the Center, he wondered if it was the body of the first ancestor of the Elzeiran Dynasty, the one from whom their lineage originated.

As he ran his fingers along the cold, smooth surface, he felt a surge of energy, as if the coffin itself held an unknown power that even made him feel a chill run down his spine.

It was as if every part of his being was telling him to not open the coffin for some reason. This was the first time he felt something like this. It was a feeling that he didn't have even when he saw the Lord of Upper Realm or the Elzeiran Emperor.

Even the person who destroyed the Heaven with Gabriel didn't give him this feeling. At times, he felt that the coffin contained the end of this world sealed within.

In normal times, Karyk would have listened to his instincts and avoided opening this coffin. Unfortunately, these weren't normal times.

With a deep breath, he slowly lifted the lid of the pitch-black coffin.

As the lid creaked open, a dark mist seeped out, enveloping the room in an eerie ambiance.

He looked inside the coffin. And there, lying in the center of the coffin, was something that was the last thing he expected to see inside a coffin at such an important place.

There was no body inside the coffin, let alone one belonging to the Elzeiran ancestor.

Instead, there was a pitch black sword that felt like it was moving between reality and the illusory realm. The sword carried the aura of life, as well as that of death.

At times, the sword was cracking, while at other times it was healing itself as if the sword itself was alive.

The blade was as black as the midnight sky, absorbing all light around it. Its hilt was adorned with intricate engravings, pulsating with an otherworldly energy that felt familiar to the world where he had come from.

What was even more surprising was that the coffin also had a formation carved within it. There were chains coming out of the formation. However, those chains didn't appear to be there to restrict that sword.

Instead, that formation was a formation that paused time within its coffin itself. It was as if the creator of this coffin made it especially to keep that sword asleep.

Even though the sword was asleep, it still released such a menacing aura. It was like a true divine weapon... Something that shouldn't exist.

Karyk could also see that the Sword had an aura from his world. And that aura also felt somewhat familiar. But he never remembered seeing this sword in his millions of years of memories.

Let alone seeing this Sword, he didn't even hear about something like this existing.

"Did this Sword really come from our world..." he wondered, looking at the sword. The more he looked at it, the more he found it to be incomprehensible.

"Just who created this sword?" he muttered, as he subconsciously reached out his hand.

He extended his hand, delicately brushing his fingers against the hilt of the Sword.

In that moment, Karyk experienced a sudden stop of his heartbeat. Without warning, he found himself kneeling, his body drained of all vitality.

Weakly, he collapsed onto the ground beside the coffin, his complexion growing ashen. Darkness enveloped his vision, making him powerless to fight against it as his body started dying.

His heartbeat had completely stopped. Just from touching the sword itself, he died...

....

An unknown amount of time passed before Karyk's heart started beating again. His body slowly healed itself, akin to reversal of death.

"Urgh..." He slowly rubbed his forehead, as he came to his senses. He could still feel the pain of death.

"What a painful death..."

Weakly, he pushed his body up. This time, his eyes carried even more apprehension towards the sword. Even someone like him had died just from merely touching the hilt of the sword.

If it wasn't for him being able to control life and death, he would've already been dead.

"It was so troublesome to walk from the Land of Souls to my body. I don't even know how much time has passed."

There was nothing in this room which could allow him to see the time here. But one thing was certain. The Sword was truly the thing that made the Elzeiran Emperor so furious when he saw him enter this room.

Karyk still didn't know who created a sword like this. It was something that even a god couldn't create in a single lifetime.

Moreover, although for a brief moment, but when he touched the sword, he felt life within it. And it wasn't just one life. There were two lives within this sword.

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand what these voices were trying to tell him. Before he could even comprehend, he was dead.

"I don't know what you are, but I will definitely find out." He gazed at the pitch black sword, before closing the coffin again.

He couldn't afford to die more, as he wasn't sure when Elzeiran Emperor was going to find a way inside. For now, he had stopped attacking the door, but that only made Karyk more concerned.

After sealing the sword inside the coffin, he kept the coffin in his spatial storage carefully. He created a unique space just to carry that single coffin, keeping it away from his other belongings.

After he kept the black coffin safely, he turned his attention to the coffins with the Emperors' bodies.

He didn't want to wait any longer. He had to start working on his Undead Army and break out of here! He was in a race against time, and it was a race that he didn't want to lose at any cost.

Not just the Emperors' bodies, he also brought out the remaining Elzeiran Bodies that he had created along the way, placing them around him.