★Nuel's POV★
Perhaps the guardian had pity on me. Perhaps he felt sad after watching his scroll and how I had lived my life to have died so early when it wasn't time for my type to. Perhaps he'd noticed how I was hiding when I saw my kind crossing the bridge, not wanting them to see me for fear they would want to destroy my soul before we crossed over and had all memories wiped from us.
For fear I would be destroyed for bringing this calamity on them.
The bridge shimmered with its pale light stretching into forever, guarded by that lifeless being who existed half in shadow, half in radiance known as the guardian. He had no true face, no flesh, only presence. He was not a god, but not a man either. A servant of the Moon Goddess, bound to his duty of keeping order over the souls who crossed, who rested, who were reborn and those who were erased.
