Death - Senses death

Entire swaths of trees had fallen, cut down by potent magics and brutal weaponry. Splintered wood and tattered leaves, churned soil and scorched earth, stretched as far as Death could see. He could smell the blood, still wet and seeping into the dirt, but he didn't need to; he felt the deaths imprinted on the landscape, sensed the newly freed souls fading from the air.

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Chapter 1