To most beings, death was the end point.
When life ceased, so too did everything else.
Although many might argue that even the dead contributed to nature—decomposing into soil, becoming memories, feeding legacies—none could deny the simple truth:
Death ended action. Ended growth. Ended will.
Even Ascendants, for all their power, were not exempt. Some lasted longer. Some tried to run from time. But in the end, everything alive must die.
That was the order of this world.
Which is why what happened in Crestfall City set into motion things that no one in the galaxy could have expected.
On this obscure, overlooked planet, a race that would make whole worlds tremble had finally stepped into the Crucible.
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"Uhm. I'm not going crazy, right? The corpses all stood up?"
"Dear viewers… it seems that Lord Reed has stepped into the realm of deities."
"Our scans that these new being are part of the species Weapons of Valestra..."
"Dude. There are humans among them…"
