He created the death of men. The death of men, the death of dogs, the death of tree, the death of worlds. He crafted every death in his own hand. The arrow flies from the ordinary bow, but the soul flies in his bow.
Everyday, he fires death to the beings near end, but he wasn't really a good archer.
He died by a scratch made by his arrowhead, so he couldn't make the death of dragons. At last, he created his own death.
