To the ashes, the reaper says, 'Settle; it is time for you to rest. The flames have burned their brightest, and what little embers remain grow dimmer with every second. It is no use trying to fan a dead burn pile; no more of it is of use to fight when you're certain of losing. Ostellio recognized that fact, and a tale of his people rose above all other thoughts in his head.
'The reaper walks indifferent. No joy flashes in its eyes as it severs the souls of the damned, nor any sorrow is found when it cleaves a pious saint. To death and its heralds, it is simply their duty to bring…the end.' Ostellio could see his end as the hero approached, but turning back would bring him a swifter death by his own company.
