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The survivor pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Death’s cloak, harmless. Death turned, skull-face impassive.

Through the scope, he saw Death. The pale rider had dismounted. He wasn’t reaping souls. He was standing over a fresh body, one hand hovering above its chest. For the first time in eons, Death looked confused. darksiders dayz

“You fear the end of days,” Death said, his voice like grinding stones. “But you are already living in the aftermath of something worse. You are not fighting for survival. You are fighting for a world that forgot how to die.” The survivor pulled the trigger

The sky was the color of a fresh bruise, churning with ash and the dying light of a sun that had forgotten how to warm. Four horses stood on the ridge overlooking the ruins of a coastal city. Not just any horses—the pale, reeking mounts of the apocalypse. But one saddle was empty. Through the scope, he saw Death