root-book

In the darkest shining void, an ethereal being holding a scepter floats toward a nebula made up of the souls of the dead from all realms awaiting to be reutilized into the cycle. They aren''''t a deity of death, but one tracking an anomaly that can''''t be processed and completely wiped clean as they enjoy calling it. A fresh start, without shackles or remnants of what once was.