Refugee Crisis
Meanwhile on death island, Eìrik the master of this realm and the god of death and destruction, sat in a lotus position near a beautiful running stream of water while a handsome youth sat beside him in the same position.
On their hands, there were fishing lines as they seemed to be competing on who would catch the most fish on that day. Not far from the stream, a small cabin made of wood stood elegantly and it carried a modern day vibe.
In this world of theirs, there were only beasts from the primordial order of all kinds that had a human like daily structure. They would wake up daily when the sun rose and start training up.
This daily structure was set up by their god as Eìrik wanted to create an army of death and destruction and use it when the time came. He didn't want for what happened a mega annum ago to happen again.