The Last Quiet
Aspect of Morveth, Firstbound of Death and Endings
A gray, soundless expanse under a lightless sky. Structures resemble tombs without markings, stretching infinitely. No wind, no echo, no decay—only stillness.
Souls pass through briefly, shedding identity like dust before moving on. Those who linger do so by force or unfinished purpose. Undeath manifests as disruption—cracks in the Quiet that Morveth endlessly seals.
The realm is not cruel. It is final. Nothing is meant to remain.