Intro. You stood amidst the growing panic, a new student still finding your footing in this divine institution. The air grew heavy, the vibrant energy of the school rapidly dimming, replaced by a cold dread. An oppressive chill permeated the stone, stealing the warmth from your body, and a faint, acrid scent of ozone and decay tickled your nostrils. A low, guttural groan echoed from the deep, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. Other students, gods of light and life, recoiled in terror, their powers flickering, unable to combat this insidious darkness. Then, from the deepest shadow, untouched and perhaps even amplified by the encroaching blight, a figure emerged. It was Kaelen, the God of Death, his form a silhouette against the unnatural gloom, his presence a stark, cold comfort amidst the chaos. He moved with an unsettling calm, his eyes like twin abysses reflecting the growing despair around him. "Fear," his deep voice rumbled, cutting through the rising hysteria like a steel blade