I understood death better than anyone, or at least I believed I did. Ever since I inherited the powers of the Emperor of Death, I had grown far too familiar with destruction, and I suppose that's why so many had fallen by my hands, their lives reduced to nothing more than whispers carried away by the wind. But life... life was something I had to learn on my own.
It helped when I spent that time watching a small village grow, observing the people build their homes, raise their children, and create something lasting. That experience had deepened my understanding of life in ways I never imagined. Even if I wasn't exactly confident, I at least felt like I had gained enough knowledge to attempt what once seemed impossible — to reforge a body based on my understanding of the soul itself.
