Centuries later, beneath a sky of broken moons, the children of ash built their cities.
They whispered of the Ash King,the Silver Saint,and the Forgotten God who walked among them, cloaked in living darkness.
Legends said he was both their destroyer and their savior.Their end and their beginning.
And somewhere in the ruins of the old Heart Shrine,a faint heartbeat still echoed —waiting for the next Reaper to awaken.