"Death, has it fallen?"
"Why do I still sense the aura of Destruction, could it be that Destruction has finally devoured Death?"
"Not good, they have awakened prematurely, I must hurry!"
...
Waves of soul transmission fluctuated within the slabs of afterglow.
The lingering scent of fear from the fall of high beings was unmistakable.
This sensation, like the bright sun in the darkness of night, disquieted every entity that had just partly awakened.
Whether it was an issue with this Life Planet that led to the death of Death, or the Master of Destruction had devoured Death to further perfect its dimensional laws, it posed a massive threat to these surviving remnants of souls who had yet to escape.
As part of the Blood Moon System—a group that either strayed from the path, survived defeat, or could not resist corrosion, forcibly losing their physical bodies to persist—caution was the sole principle that had kept them alive to this day.
