"Human, how are you alive?"
*Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, from when thee were born until thee dies, I, heir to death, hold in mine hands the strings of which binds thee to reality, by my authority, I order said chain to be severed: Tactus Interitus.*
"W-who a-are you…" the knotted expression untangled upon breathing the last breath, the remaining image being Igna Haggard.
