Long ago there existed two beings, each born of contrasting forces yet drawn together by an unspoken connection. Harmonia, the Mistress of Gentle Passage, embodied tranquility and peace, her presence radiating serenity. Opposite her was Mortemus, the Virtuoso of Violent Ends, a maestro conducting a symphony of destruction on the battlefield.

Harmonia and Mortemus, despite the differences in their natures, found themselves entangled in an ill-fated love. Their bond transcended the boundaries of their essence, a forbidden love that echoed across the war-torn beings that lived at that time. Mortemus, driven by the violent dance of warfare, became the orchestrator of chaos, his every action a violent note in a morbid symphony. Thousands perished in the rhythm of his destructive crescendo, their souls drawn to him like moths to an eerie flame.

Harmonia with a heart burdened by the weight of Mortemus' choices, withdrew into the quiet corners of Ignisar. There, she sought solace amidst those who found peace in their final moments, guiding departed souls into the gentle passage beyond. She silently yearned for the day when Mortemus might find respite from the cacophony he composed.

As Mortemus reveled in his dark performance, he remained oblivious to Harmonia's silent presence. The more he desensitized himself to the horrors of war, the further he strayed from the essence of his lost love. The souls of the violently departed, like ghostly notes in his melody, clung to him, bound by the violent ends he so expertly conducted.

As the ages passed, the chasm between Harmonia and Mortemus grew, the divide fueled by the very forces that defined their existence. Harmonia's tender hope persisted, an unwavering light in the shadows, as she awaited the day when Mortemus might confront the quiet end he had forsaken. Only then could she guide him through the gentle passage. Till Death Unites Us.