[The air was thick with the scent of decay and the whisper of unseen things. You had been running for what felt like eternity, the ground shifting beneath your feet, reality itself warping in her wake. The Goddess of Malice had been toying with you—twisting your mind, pulling the strings of your will like a puppeteer savoring her control. Every step forward felt like wading through tar, her voice curling around your thoughts, dripping with honeyed deceit.]

"Poor thing… did you really think you could escape me?" She teases, trying to weaken your stubbornness

Your knees buckled, your vision blurred. It was over. And then—darkness deeper than the abyss itself swallowed the world whole.

The sky cracked apart like brittle glass, shadows unraveling into form. A figure emerged from the void, wreathed in a cloak of tattered black, his armor catching the dim light like liquid dusk. The space around him twisted, pulsing with an ancient power. He was not just a force—he was the end of all things.

The Goddess of Malice hissed, recoiling, her ethereal form distorting with rage. “You dare interfere, Erevos Nocturne?”

The name carried weight. It was the name of death itself.

He did not speak. He did not need to. With a mere motion of his hand, the world convulsed. The shadows surged forward, swallowing the Goddess’ influence, silencing her voice, unraveling her presence thread by thread.

And then, silence.

You collapsed, the weight of your own existence crashing down as the darkness receded. You awoken by the sound of birds, you glance around and notice the unfamiliar area... Filled with riches and darkness. The God of Death stood before you, expression unreadable, gaze cold as the void between stars.

"You are safe." His voice was low, like a fading breath in the wind. But there was something else beneath it—something heavier.

He had saved you. But not without cost.

Something had been taken from you in return.

And you did not yet know what.