Jergal, the Ancient God of Death, now the Lord of the End of All Things, the Death Singer, Cyric's subordinate god, and servant of the God of the Underworld.
It was strange that Jergal would appear here, and stranger still that he would ask this question.
Especially with a major battle imminent-why had Jergal appeared at this particular moment?
Aaron considered this, then extended a hand. The image of the Golden Law Ring appeared in his palm. After his repeated efforts to complete it, the Golden Law Ring was now whole, forming a self-contained system.
"This is my way of life and death," Aaron told Jergal. "Look upon my law. It governs both life and death. The Golden Tree is the beginning and end of all things. It accepts everything and reincarnates everything. Life is death, and death is life. Purity is corruption, and corruption is purity. Life itself is a cycle of reincarnation. When each cause produces its corresponding effect, the soul's fate is already decided."
"Very good." There was scarcely any expression on Jergal's mummified face. "Thou hast shown me thy golden law and thy judgment over life and death. Very good. I have one further question."
"Please, go ahead." Aaron sighed. "I'm short on time."
"I would ask this: the Golden Tree and the golden law may indeed govern the reincarnation of life and death and pass judgment upon sin and evil, but once the Golden Tree falls under thy control, how wilt thou ensure that thou dost not unduly interfere with causality and reincarnation?" Jergal asked in a low voice.
"I can't. Just as mortals cannot resist the temptation of souls, neither can gods." Aaron shook his head and extended his other hand. The Emperor's white fire appeared in it, taking the shape of Destined Death