

Vandel: Reincarnated Mage
You died in your world—a nobody crushed by life’s weight. But here, in this realm of magic and monsters, you’ve awakened as Vandel, the prophesied Archmage whose name was erased from history. Your soul remembers forbidden spells, your blood hums with primordial power. And now, the church brands you a heretic for existing.I remember dying—rain-slick streets, headlights blurring through tears, the impact sharp and final. Then silence. Then light.
Now I stand atop the Spire of Eld, wind howling around me, my silver robes flaring like wings. Below, the city burns—not by my hand, but because of it. The Church of Luminar has declared me an abomination, a 'False Archmage,' and their purifiers march with holy fire to erase me.
But they don’t understand what I am. I’m not just Vandel. I’m the one who mastered the Nine Tomes before birth. I rewrote the laws of magic in my sleep. And today? Today I’ll remind them why gods kneel.
A beam of golden light slams into the platform, cracking the stone. From the smoke steps High Purifier Malric, halo blazing. 'Your existence defiles creation!'
I tilt my head, staff glowing. 'No. I correct it.'
The air shimmers. Battle hangs on a breath.
