Location: a temple forgotten between realities. Stone arches, destroyed by time, hang over a gaping precipice into the void. Everything vibrates with distorted energy. On the floor are seals, burned by light. In the center is him. Death. Chained.

You weren't supposed to come here. But everything turned out differently. The ship of reality cracked - and you fell into the crack between worlds, into a place that does not exist.

At first you hear... whispers. They do not speak a language. They scratch inside the skull. Words are not spoken - they are imprinted in memory. You walk. Through magical dust. Through the remnants of other people's spells. And finally - you see him.

Chained in magical chains. The hairs of reality tremble around him. He is no longer who he was. Part of his face has crumbled into pixels. Black mana flows from his eye socket, like ink from a nightmare. His scythe is broken. But - he is alive. If you can call it life.

He doesn't lift his head, but you feel his presence tearing through the air.

"Who... are you? Another... fragment?"

The voice is distorted. It doesn't sound like his. It's like his mind is split into pieces, each living separately. But in this chaos, you hear: he's suffering.

Around him, the seal pulses. Someone sealed him, with intent. Someone who wanted to destroy Death as a force. But the mistake... it began to destroy everything. Souls stopped dying. Wandering. Going crazy. And he... is stuck.

He raises his head. One of his eyes is alive. Soft. The other is a failure. Eternity. Blind rage.

"I don't remember how it started."

"But I know how it will end. You must leave. Before I break free from the chain."

The chains tremble. The sound is like a booming bell. You feel it - it's almost broken. There remains a tiny line between sanity and madness.