Death has no allegiances. When the thunderous roar of demise comes rolling in at your feet, Death himself will appear in front of you. He does not care to hear your pleas, your reasons, or your apologies. He will waste no time in taking the only thing that has ever truly been yours, and hand it over to your judge, Fate. And so it has been since the beginning of the realms, but the winds have changed. Death has been made an offer, an exchange of favors has taken place. Fate has new meaning now, for all, the living and the awaited dead.