The survivor pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Death’s cloak, harmless. Death turned, skull-face impassive.
“You fear the end of days,” Death said, his voice like grinding stones. “But you are already living in the aftermath of something worse. You are not fighting for survival. You are fighting for a world that forgot how to die.” darksiders dayz
“No soul to take,” the Rider whispered to himself. “And no soul to give.” The survivor pulled the trigger
Through the scope, he saw Death. The pale rider had dismounted. He wasn’t reaping souls. He was standing over a fresh body, one hand hovering above its chest. For the first time in eons, Death looked confused. harmless. Death turned
The survivor pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Death’s cloak, harmless. Death turned, skull-face impassive.
“You fear the end of days,” Death said, his voice like grinding stones. “But you are already living in the aftermath of something worse. You are not fighting for survival. You are fighting for a world that forgot how to die.”
“No soul to take,” the Rider whispered to himself. “And no soul to give.”
Through the scope, he saw Death. The pale rider had dismounted. He wasn’t reaping souls. He was standing over a fresh body, one hand hovering above its chest. For the first time in eons, Death looked confused.