'Busy seems to have become my middle name lately.'
Azrail mused as he stood there, waiting for the familiar sensation of being transported to one of the hidden holdings of Eternity's Requiem. This was no ordinary place as told before. Eternity's Requiem stood out even among the countless secretive organisations in the All-Realm, this faction existed in the shadows of all realms, pulling strings that stretched across the cosmos. And now, Azrail—no, DeathMark—was about to step into their midst.
