The morning dawned, but Descaera's skies remained bleak and somber, the sun hidden behind a thick pall of dark clouds. The wind whipped through the kingdom with a mournful wail, carrying the stagnant scent of death and decay.
The once bustling kingdom was now a gruesome graveyard, littered with the severed bodies of men, women, and children. The entire kingdom was reduced to ruins.
At the castle, the only structure still standing, two young men materialized, draped in black. Their pale skin and piercing green eyes, aglow with an otherworldly light, betrayed their true identity. Soul reapers, tasked with collecting the souls of the departed.
"Ugh! This is exhausting," the blonde soul reaper complained, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I never thought I would say this, but I am sick of escorting souls. Why can't we just consume them like we need to? We need the energy, don't we?"
