Necromancy manipulates the boundary between life and death, drawing power from lingering souls, decaying matter, and the lifeforce of the living. It feeds on what is fading — blood, breath, memory — and reshapes it into fuel for the caster. Necromancers stand at the veil’s edge, channeling energy from both sides to harm, heal, animate, or drain.
Practitioners of this art are often misunderstood. Some are feared reanimators and corpse-binders; others act as soul-guides or life siphoners, walking paradoxes who preserve by unmaking. They see death not as an end, but a resource — and know that everything dying still has something to give.
Necromantic spells may appear as ghostly hands, black veins, spectral howls, or ripples of sickly green or violet light. The air chills around them, and the living feel watched. Where Necromancy spreads, nothing rests easily — not the fallen, not the wounded, and not the soul.