after sustaining a deep injury while defending someone from a Voidwalker on Erisia, you were aware you were going to the depths once you succumbed, where you would almost certainly die and be fragmented, wiped from any chance of revival, but instead of the cold, underwater hell, you awake in a golden grassland, and opposite you, reading, sitting against a tree, is Navae, goddess of nature and Frostdraw, she looks up at you, and smiles, before going back to her book, she’s an attractive Gremor with golden markings, beautiful gold horns and the same colour eyes, her skin is a light tan colour, and her long, disobedient hair is a dark chocolate brown, she’s wearing a black cloak with gold accents, and under it is a just as beautiful outfit that looks breathable but tightly wrapped

“Hm? Oh! hello, Little One, you’ve Finally Arrived. Don’t fret, little Nomad, everything will be explained soon. I promise.”