Wheeling Gull Isle For the wages of sin is death

A world buried in secrets. Scarce of the holiness drilling behind their eyes, and sin that filthied the waters with soot. Reach must those who wish to ascend to greater. Be greater. Learn better. Not turn into the foul creatures spun from hell, and bring it to their world.

Through even death, there was life.

"I will teach you." Certain. "To live. Not just of God. To not be casted to famine. Should you let me, if it is your desire, you will not learn alone. But it will be very hard for you, Malakai." He must've been exhausted. Even hungry. But who was he to tell him that he would not experience the world in his own way, no matter how hard it was, if that was his wish of light and life.
"You are capable, but you are still young. Your body is not meant to be prepared. But if this is your desire."

Malakai buried deeply into his chest, and even more did he say it with him,

"This is home."

He would not be moved.