Last Necromancer

What would you do if you discovered you were the one standing between life in the universe as we know it, and a sea of hellish legions threatening to pour out of Tartarus? How much fun would you have if you could teleport to any universe on a whim, complete quests for money, and learn how to cast spells with your friends? What if you had to use everything you'd ever learned in your day-to-day life just to live to see tomorrow? 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 thirteen-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.