The stag smiled. It was strange to see a smile on the face of a beast, but the smile turned out to be almost beautiful. It enchanted Rowan's senses, and if not for his profound resilience, he would bow before this being and worship it.
Death did not need a garland or adoration. This was a powerful being equal to or perhaps even exceeding the Primordials, and Rowan was seeing its true form. It was cohesive and beautiful in a manner that was almost impossible to describe.
Rowan suspected that the Primordials were not like this, because Death seemed complete, a being that had found its purpose, but the Primordials still ravaged Realities, endlessly searching and plundering.
