He nods lightly, eyes shifting aside.
"I really hope that those I cared for found their peace after they died.
I wouldn't want any of them to still wander these realms. Endlessly... alone."
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clarity โ as soon as the god of deaths name was uttered ; like ash in her mouth she repeats .
โ Myrkul. โ
though their gods both had grim duties โ it was Myrkul who was seen as the reaper .
โ and no longer do you pledge yourself .แฃ โ
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A flourishing guilt clawed at his throat from how genuinely apologetic her expression displayed. He parted a sigh from brims๏ผ
โ โฆ So it does. โ
He looked away.
โ Iโm Draven. I was โฆ once a โฆ โfollowerโ of Myrkul. โ
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