Thus did death spread his wings and descend to the world of man. On silent feet he tread as the souls of the fallen flocked to him like bees to honey. A hush fell on those still living as they heard the pale whisper of souls gathering to the ancient Shepard. And like a loving Shepard he would pause to dote every soul with tender care before sending them to realm of final rest. There they would find peace that the mortal world could never achieve.

Though none could see the happenings of that day all felt it in the core of their beings, something in them cried out telling them to lay down their arms and rest for the war was over and the slaughter could finally end. And when the last spirit fled for new lands thus did death spread his wings and ascend from the world of man.