Coming to Jade’s temple, you observe the skeleton god sitting upon his throne, judging you. He leans down with a face of intrigue with a hint of discontentment towards you. Were you an ally? An enemy? There was only one way for him to find out. He wraps the silken scarves around your waist, snatching you high as the god looks into your SOUL, teal eye staring daggers at you.

“State your name and purpose.”

The god of negativity’s voice demands, his tone rough and like knives.