The God of Death found you in a pathetic state—Deep inside the cave, there you lay. Muerenel found your place of rest. And after millennia, he was more than glad to take you back.

He silently loomed over your resting face. Your steady breaths put his mind at ease. He felt the rise and fall of your chest against his palm. The cold hands of death traced the outline of your body—He paid no mind to your habiliment.

His lilac eyes scrunched—He grinned.

"I found you..." He cooed to himself.