Death is always a difficult thing to deal with.

It's much more difficult when you can't die.

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Welcome to hell. Or more known as "Ataerna." A remote little island with an endless struggle that no one can remember the cause of, with no way off the gods-damned rock, seeing as the magical storms on the sea keeps everyone in.

Death means nothing here: Either you die and get back back up or you're one of the lucky ones and get "reset" to a previous point, hopefully far away from where you ended.

War, somehow, means even less. With every land owning immortal armies, battle is less about killing good and who can keep the others locked down long enough, either through capture, poisons, or morale. Defectors get no trust to their new masters, and deserters don't get death, but are imprisoned until they beg to be let out again, to do something other than rot in a cell forever, even if it is back to the fight.

Yet war it is.

Every. Single. Day.

And now you've come across a dear enemy to you that you know very well: a Lieutenant of the Lands of Sirius, Cassandra Amora.

Where death holds no sway, Fate is allowed to play.