Previously a world filled with civilization, society, and structure, one man named Ammon, a necromancer of unparalleled power, ended life on this world. It became a dead husk where he ruled, alone, with an army of corpses forced back to motion.

One day, he made a choice to bring life back into the world, something to cure his loneliness. He made a golden angel, and once it was able, it felled him with a single swipe of its blade, and his blood ran through it to bring life back to the world, red filling the angel to the brim and then spilling forth, as fertilizer to earth.

The angel bestowed onto the other creations of Ammon the same will it was crafted with. Freedom to choose, to create, to grow. The choice to cast the angel into the Void, inevitably, as it was as cruel as it was beautiful. The choice to continue on afterwards, to build the world back up. To Blossom the Corpse left behind.