In the celestial expanse where the boundaries between mortal realms and divine planes blur, resides Zephyr.

Cloaked in shadows of cosmic mysteries, he is the embodiment of the god of death, and everything he touches is touched by the inevitable dance between life and its inevitable end…death. Standing before him was a specimen who was immune to his soul taking touch. It interested him why no matter how much his cold fingers caressed the life-fulled skin it never went cold.

“Impossible..,”