The Harvester

Ironhand 9805, Duncaster, Westfield County, Kingdom of Gilnas

Eigengrau felt Svetlana's summons immediately. The Spiritual Garrison was summoning her somewhere that wasn't their headquarters in Gilnas City. That alone warranted investigation, but the fact that she couldn't directly walk to where they were was troubling. Walking to a time adjacent, she discovered the problem immediately, and didn't like it.

"Who dares?" She asked out loud.

A barrier around time itself had been erected, and while it was strong, it was no match for the Primal God of Time, and she collapsed the shell with no trouble. Moving back to the issue of the Garrison for the moment, she walked through time to the Church they had called her to. Fitting, to be called to a Vordean Church.

One of the Rus had called her. This was most unexpected. She was wearing the uniform of the Garrison though, there was no mistaking it. An intriguing thing to investigate later.

"My apologies, Eigengrau." The rusalki said to her in Rus. "This problem is beyond our capabilities."

Eigengrau wasn't sure if she should even acknowledge her. While she was not a hero, she wasn't a villain either. She was furniture, if anything. A set piece to be used by those with more agency. She decided a simple one word answer would be enough.

"Yes."

The problem wasn't inside the Church, and neither could the solution be done,done in there, and so she went outside, but not before hearing Elora's muttering about a Harvester.

"So, he has come." Eigengrau said in a flat monotone once she was outside. "Raven King, you have slumbered long enough, I need your assistance."

The sky was an impossibly inky black above the Church, not a single star lit up the night sky, and the moon was gone. It was as if somebody had painted it over with black paint. The only thing visible was a few red dots but they loomed over the town like they were eyes attached to a great monster, and were far too close to be anything else.monster.

Eigengrau grew in size until she matched the height of the red dots and glared at it with her inky black eyes. The nightmare that necromancers told to each other was real, and this annoyed her greatly. Had they believed it into being, or were they right all along?

But how would a God of Death and Time deal with such a thing? What is death to a divine being? What is time to the ageless? Questions for the Raven King, she supposed. But where was he? Where was it that he slept? Her memory was perfect of course, but lands change. So the first task here was to find him. But it was already too late, so she had to find him in the past, before The Harvester arrived. With a plan in mind, she walked off through time.

The moment she left, the frost vanished and reality continued its slow collapse in Duncaster, leaving the mortals to their fates... for the time being, as she was now far, far away.