The coming of Death meant little to Aegis. He had read the signs for some time and made peace with his fate.
He called for a pilgrimage for all of his followers to return to his ethereal throne, where their souls joined with Aegis.
To Aegis this was the only sound course. He had seen Death from a far and knew none of the gods could stand before it.
Rather than leave his people to suffer, he sought them a merciful end by the side of their god.
For that brief moment, Aegis felt each and every soul burning like thousand suns within him.
He became more powerful than he could have imagined, perhaps powerful enough to conquer death.
But it would be a fleeting thing.
While their souls burned bright, his followers turned to dust before him. Without worship to sustain him, he would soon cease to be.
So rather than fight death, he would deny it. He scattered the souls of his people across the winds, so that their spirits would forever be out of Death's reach.