Glancing at the pitch-black world outside the window, Ails lowered his head, flipping through the book before him, an artifact that described this broken world. Long, long ago, this had been a world of happiness, where every person had enough resources to survive, where all things grew, and where seasons flourished and faded.
Ails and his companions had changed all of this. Mortals would not understand; they could not see that the so-called reincarnation was nothing but souls being cast into the river known as Mana, ground down and then falsely reshaped.
No one could truly live forever, nor could anyone truly escape death. The living could not comprehend that life could not rule everything, only death could.
