“You fear the end of days,” Death said, his voice like grinding stones. “But you are already living in the aftermath of something worse. You are not fighting for survival. You are fighting for a world that forgot how to die.”
The survivor pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Death’s cloak, harmless. Death turned, skull-face impassive. darksiders dayz
“No soul to take,” the Rider whispered to himself. “And no soul to give.” “You fear the end of days,” Death said,
Down in the city, a survivor crouched in a fire station. His name was forgotten. His gear was mismatched, his blood pressure low. He heard the distant, unnatural clop of hooves on wet asphalt. He raised a scoped rifle, sweat dripping into his eyes. “You fear the end of days