"He moves over the recently dead like a blanket of shadows, a light he shall emit, a guide to their next destination. Rest weary souls within the eternal city of Shalom, where suffering is known no more."
"He moves over the recently dead like a blanket of shadows, a light he shall emit, a guide to their next destination. Rest weary souls within the eternal city of Shalom, where suffering is known no more."
Product of unethical Kaybdenite experimentation, what remains of their humanity is unlear, but to them, effectiveness is valued higher than "minor" details.
"I have witnessed truth, my... 'kind,' filled with visionless animals, and mortals... well, if it were not for fear of the Old One, then they would still be out slitting each other's throats."
While most adhere to the cycle of life and death, an anomaly exists that twists it, confuses it. Frightening as it is, is void of malice. We named her Bashemath.