A curious yet invariable fact of life within Harmonia is that the mortal soul can bear but only one element. Through the ages, all kinds have attempted to alter this core nature, for if one were to bear multiple elements within the same soul, they could combine them with perfect unison of purpose and synergy given time, thus allowing them the full strength of the wielded elements. However, only the gods themselves have proven capable of attaining, much less wielding, such power, and with it, they weave the fabric of reality in mass coordination with each other. Time, space, tides, continents, even life and death itself are among the universal components the gods uphold to maintain the balance of the world.
But what were to happen if one were struck down? A curious idea few had considered, yet eons ago, one mortal brought with him a highly trained hexen to challenge the gods and claim their power. It is said that he struck down the god of life and death itself, Morvi, though the events that occurred then and thereafter are but weaves of myth and legend, tales people tell to make sense of their now-altered world. The identities of the challenger and the hexen- comprised of six mages, one for each element- have been lost to time, and the fate of mortals now rests within the hands of hexens who are burdened with the task of renewing the life of the dead, in which they must send souls off to the unknown to be created anew, lest they be made to linger, fester, and haunt the living.
Even so, there are some that would use these souls to their own ends- necromancy, a new form of nefarious magic made possible by the demise of Morvi. The deeds of these necromancers were so vile that a band of fighters vowed to hunt down and eliminate any sign of the magic. Armed with technological prowess, they were possessed of unnatural strength, and with it their righteous cause was carried out. However, necromancy cannot be eliminated so long as Morvi remains dead, and so their task became one they fully devoted themselves to for the rest of their lives, but time was not on their side, for as mortals, even they were doomed to die. Loath as they were to pass the task to another, they invoked their own necromantic ritual in secret, binding their souls to their bodies forevermore, and as they knew, and as they would come to see, it did not come without its price. In time, their minds and souls would succumb to madness, and within that senseless madness remained a singular purpose- eliminate all those that would practice necromancy and the products thereof.
The issue of these crypt-keepers lay within their faculties, which dimmed over time, making it such that these heroes would sink into a position of villainy and terror, razing entire cities to the ground upon being summoned by a trace of the evil magic, and not stopping until the source was eliminated. Because of this, people began to take matters into their own hands, eliminating and preventing these rituals in the first place. Some would even become like bounty hunters, chasing these threats down in the hopes that they can eliminate the source before a crypt-keeper could arrive.
One such hunter was borne from the misfortune that befell him in a night of meditation and focus as he tried to envision his purpose in the galaxy…