[You have witnessed the slumber of Death God Olanir!]
He had witnessed it... the slumber of Death God Olanir...
Wei'en stared blankly at the figure hidden behind the Corpse Mountain. 'That... is the Death God?'
In the distant sky, a massive, dark-golden throne stood behind the Corpse Mountain. The figure of the Death God was seated upon it, one hand propping up its bowed head, its face obscured. Through a tear in the collar of its black robes, a sliver of deathly pale skin was faintly visible.
A black scythe, as tall as the Corpse Mountain itself, stood beside the throne. Its handle plunged into the void-black ground, while its blade curved in an arc over the throne, as if to protect the Divine Body seated below.
