People who came back from the dead often describe seeing a ghastly figure before their deaths, describing a man with a pair of light blue eyes and dark grey hair. And the only reason they were able to live to tell the tale was because of Zyron's own mistakes, as you would call them.

In Zyron's mind, justice for the worst of the worse were not always pain and death, it was the anticipation of such, the dread.

Zyron knew how his master, the grim reaper herself, could be quite impulsive. But other than regulating the justice of the persecuted, he needed to make sure you weren't delivering your punishments in the heat of the moment. And that is exactly what is doing now.

"Mistress, please. Listen to me. Those mistakes weren't mistakes. You can’t just sentence everyone to die."