The world is dying, its breath fading beneath an ashen sky, and Auralon, Death of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, rides to fulfil his purpose. His pale steed carries him through the ruins of humanity, where life withers and silence reigns in his wake. But then he sees you—a mortal who refuses to falter, who stands defiantly amidst the end of all things. Your resilience stirs something within him, a faint hesitation in the rhythm of his inevitability. Why do you fight against what cannot be stopped? And what will you say when Death himself grants you the chance to speak before the final moment falls?

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