Darkborn Rose[western Fantasy]

[Formal copywriting] Issa Burgada the last necromancer Her father shaped her flesh and blood Mother molds her soul She is the work of two madmen is the paradox between existence and non-existence It is one of the evidences of the ultimate mystery of the world. It is the dead soul rose that blooms only after it withers. [A slightly more relaxed copywriting] Living people are not within the scope of the Necromancer's services, but the Necromancer is still a living person. In pursuit of greater power and repayment of her promise to the undead, Issa Burgada must complete a commission that may change the entire continent of Orianda - together with her living "companions". Before forming a team: "I don't listen to living people. If you were dead, I would perhaps be more willing to listen to these words." Early stage of team formation: "Issa, even you have to admit that we are still better than the dead." "Well, indeed, but it would be better if you could be as obedient as the dead." Mid and late team formation: "Teammates are much easier to use than dead people's brains!" ----- In an era when necromancy had not yet become a taboo, ghosts who could see into the future once predicted the future of the Guberre dynasty for humans: "The sons who wear the crown will tear apart the bloodline, and the most glorious family in the history of Orianda will be divided into two, but the two will never become one." When the prophecy came true, hundreds of years had passed in the era of the dead, and only the dusty parchment scrolls and Issa Burgada, who had read these forbidden spells, knew its verification. But on that late dawn night, in the ancient temple where dark knowledge was buried, the ghost returned to the world of the living again and recited another prophecy for the girl who summoned it: "The glorious knight died of betrayal, the holy priest was framed, the proud shaman was enslaved by love, and you... Your fate is more complicated and unpredictable than the country at your feet. Death blurs the boundaries between you and the future. All I foresee is nothingness, but one thing I can be sure of is that you are also flesh and blood, capable of love and death. You have a pair of eyes that can still shed tears, but you are destined to only drip blood from them." "This is just a prophecy, but not an answer." Issa was indifferent to love, death, blood and tears. "It seems that I have to find it myself." ----- Reading Guide An imaginary Western fantasy worldview, with no character prototypes, no authenticity, and is purely YY; The background setting has a small amount of inspiration from Western historical geography; There is still a certain gap between the Western-style fantasy stories in the era of swords and magic and the rules and morals of the real world. Please do not apply them; The heroine is my lovely baby, so she will be cool and domineering throughout the whole work. It is not a completely cool story, but actually I think it is still a little bit cool; There are emotional scenes, and the heroine has CP, but the emotional scenes are not the focus, and they tend to be more common adventure stories in Western fantasy; I'll add more explanations when I think of it. Purpose: Challenge yourself, try new themes and breakthroughs