Hell-Sword

My name is Elgar King and I’m the last of a prestigious race of psionic necromancers. I was just questing like my normal psionic friends when I accidentally released a demon called Ryptose the World Ender. Being the last necromancer in existence...it kinda falls on me to put the genie back in the bottle. But I’m just a 13 year old kid with ADD and a few months of psionic experience under my belt. If I don’t succeed in sealing Ryptose to the Hell-Sword: You, me, our friends and family - that’s it, game over.

Once again it falls to the great King Elgar to save the universe—or I screwed things up so badly that I have no choice but to save the universe. People started calling me King Elgar after my hero complex when I got stuck with the job of sealing Ryptose the World Ender to the Hell-Sword last October because I’m the only necromancer left in existence. Speaking of that, did you know every 300 years Cthulhu comes back to our universe to parley with the psionic community through a group of necromancers? Me neither.