The flow of souls coming from the world, the place and time, where Luna had met Cora said nothing good. The angel of death had seen this before. Not that the word before really had any meaningful in this place that was both timeless and connected to all of time and all places simultaneously. The flow of souls spoke of a world ending. It heralded the end times. It wasn’t exactly the first world to meet its end nor would it be the last.
The natural order of life and death was continuing despite some interference. Some souls had been lost and continued to be lost and it was a regrettable tragedy. A thing that should not be. Luna had no idea if such souls could ever be in some way recovered but figuring that out wasn’t her job. She was determined to focus on her duty. To do her part in the g
