Introducing...
Well, it looks like that foul excuse for a god is dead after all. Good riddance, I say. But something seems off.
Tabsolk, we have a problem.
I smell the stench of souls. Souls being taken, souls being reborn. All without our hands conducting them. Reapers, death gods,I think I may even feel someone masquerading as Death itself in these lands. Foolish imposters! That's my job!
Come, brother, we are looking into this. We have a lot of work ahead of us.
Looks like you can't have good news without some bad news anymore. And I was overjoyed there for a minute. Way to ruin my good mood, Rivelata.
Tabsolk, we have a problem.
I smell the stench of souls. Souls being taken, souls being reborn. All without our hands conducting them. Reapers, death gods,I think I may even feel someone masquerading as Death itself in these lands. Foolish imposters! That's my job!
Come, brother, we are looking into this. We have a lot of work ahead of us.
Looks like you can't have good news without some bad news anymore. And I was overjoyed there for a minute. Way to ruin my good mood, Rivelata.