Chapter 11 - Servant of Death: Castorice

The glorious age falls and crumbles, and even death must seek a home.
She passed through Aidonia and souls wailed in her palms, yet there was no hatred in those sounds.
Is glory equally priced to death? To seek this answer, she never stopped her steps.
After a journey that lasted a millennium, she still does not know where her corpse should call home.

• I. Twirling in Fallen Bloom
• II. Willing to Adorn the Living
• III. With a Heart Unwithered
• IV. When the Wind Was Warm
• V. Upstream Along the River of Souls

“If your heart still has room to spare, share a bit of gentleness and softly cherish all the beautiful things around you.”