War is such a fickle thing. It starts as a spark, perhaps a word or two spoken in anger or perhaps a disagreement over a small portion of land. Then it spreads like fire, consuming a piece of paper as it races across the land. For some, it brings profit, others power. And for some gods, the souls of the dead bring them even closer to true dominion. The house of death was one such house, and as it was considered the primary military house of the alliance of 110 houses, its military might was second only to the royal family. At its helm stood the Primordial of Death, a being who had earned his wings fighting in many wars against the Elderazi. He was said to be an emotionless, ruthless, and deadly serious Primordial, the only God to have ever been born into the domain of death. As a Primordial, he held unfathomable amounts of power and was known for wiping dimensions off the map if he believed it was impossible to recover from his enemies. However, because of his ruthlessness and his power, he was feared by many, and eventually, his enemies set aside their differences and joined together to make an attempt on his life.