At that moment, the air shifted. A huge hand, gripped the Beast King's claws, halting its movement. The sharp, metallic tang of ash filled the air, accompanied by a presence both calming and commanding. The World Spirit, herald of Keles, the goddess of death, had arrived.
Its gaze fell directly on the soul cradled in the Beast King's grasp, and a low, resigned sigh escaped its lips.
"Today has been… quite a busy day," Wardenwild said, "So many souls to guide to the underworld…"
A while back before Amina's soul was pulled out, Wardenwild with his many children were busy guiding the souls that met their end at the hands of the two fightning.
It was then it's attention sharpened. It had felt a life end but the soul had been supressed from it's natural destination. It took him a glance to locate the soul. Wardenwild's eyes flicked to Osita, and recognition passed between them. Osita's heart skipped, he knew this being. The World Spirit knew him too.
