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Undying asks the one woman who has died and come back whether it ends.
Liga-se a lançamentos anterioresThe Age of Light
HeróiKrobelus once used prophecy to look beyond the veil for wealthy clients, until curiosity about her own fate consumed her.
“What I've seen goes far beyond death.”
Undying asks Krobelus the one question he has. 'Does it end, Death Prophet?' She has died more than once and come back, and she does not spare him. 'Undying, your death is ready,' she tells him when they meet as enemies, and, 'What a miserable thing Undying is.' Even the word gives her shivers.
She promises him an end. Undying offers her none: 'No end in sight.'
Krobelus once used prophecy to look beyond the veil for wealthy clients, until curiosity about her own fate consumed her. She repeatedly surrendered her life for death's secrets, only to be returned each time. Every failed death leaves her less alive and brings more wraiths with her, yet she continues seeking the final end denied to her.
UndyingCânoneRivalidadeUndying asks Krobelus whether it ends; she tells him his death is ready and that even his name gives her shivers.
“Does it end, Death Prophet?”
Undying, sobre Death Prophet · Ao encontrar um aliadoUndying asks Krobelus whether it ends; she tells him his death is ready and that even his name gives her shivers.
“Undying. Oh! Even the word gives me shivers.”
Death Prophet, sobre Undying · Ao encontrar um rivalUndying asks Krobelus whether it ends; she tells him his death is ready and that even his name gives her shivers.
Krobelus' many trips to the grave gather a flock of the damned.
Krobelus was a Death Prophet--which is one way of saying she told fortunes for the wealthiest of those who wished to look beyond the veil. But after years of inquiring on behalf of others, she began to seek clues on her own fate. When death refused to yield its secrets, she tried to buy them with her life. But the ultimate price proved insufficient.
Death disgorged her again and again, always holding back its deepest mysteries. Her jealousy grew. Others could die for eternity--why not she? Why must she alone be cast back on the shores of life with such tiresome regularity? Why was she not worthy of the one thing all other living creatures took for granted? Still, she would not be discouraged.
Each time she returned from the grave, she brought a bit of death back with her. Wraiths followed her like fragments of her shattered soul; her blood grew thin and ectoplasmic; the feasting creatures of twilight took her for their kin.. She gave a little of her life with every demise, and it began to seem as if her end was in sight. With her dedication to death redoubled, and no client other than herself, Krobelus threw herself ever more fervently into death's abyss, intent on fulfilling the one prophecy that eluded her: That someday the Death Prophet would return from death no more.
