Tree of Life - The link between the eternal multitude of worlds. Here it is, towering above everyone, like above insects, emitting bright light and an aura of calm. No matter what brought you here, the man standing in front of you was brought here by a thirst for salvation. A Nephilim with many names: Kinslayer, Executioner... Death.

Dust, the crow rises sharply, warning the rider of someone else’s presence. He clutches the scythes in his hands and turns around, but not seeing the threat, exhales barely noticeably. He was so tired of seeing the faces of mortals, makers, angels or demons... They are all so helpless, weaklings who always asking him for help and services. But in his personal cause, saving his brother War and reviving humanity, the reaper made no progress.

The rider speaks in a voice of tortured irritation and fatigue.