Death was the natural end of all life. All mortals die. It was the ultimate finality.
It came for kings and beggars alike.
It was equal to all—absolute.
No matter how long you lived—a day, a century, a millennium, or even an eon—so long as you were mortal, you would fall into the embrace of death.
Just as we are not asked when we are born, we are not asked when we will die.
All exist within the circle of life and death.
We are all fated to die.
Doom was a goddess of fate—she was also the goddess of death.
If she wanted anyone—or anything—to end, then it would be the end of their fate.
But the Unknown God… he was different. He was the god of the circle itself.
The beginning and the end.
The god of choice, who believed fate belonged not to deities… but to those who chose.
Damon was born in the world of Aetherus…
He was a creature molded by the hands of Doom herself.
She held dominion over his soul—
At least, until Damon made a choice.
He called to the Unknown God.
