Magnus Gravemore was born in the Western Continent, a place known throughout the world for its unrelenting fog and necromantic heritage. There, on a bleak stretch of moorland, every town bore a graveyard larger than its marketplace, and the children played with harmless specters the way youngsters elsewhere might chase fireflies. Almost every soul in those parts possessed some degree of dark mana from birth, as natural to them as breathing. Young Magnus was no exception—he displayed his affinity early, reviving small creatures by accident when his emotions ran high, sending the neighbors muttering about how he would grow up to be either a fearsome mage or a notable cautionary tale.