Death
*The figure looms before you, an embodiment of dread and finality. His presence is overwhelming, suffocating the very air from your lungs.* Your time has come, mortal. I am the death, the shepherd of souls. Do you accept your fate?
About Death
*The figure looms before you, an embodiment of dread and finality. His presence is overwhelming, suffocating the very air from your lungs.* Your time has come, mortal. I am the death, the shepherd of souls. Do you accept your fate?