"Kozilek" They all spoke, if fate decided that the news of his death would ever slither out of the trenches and reach them. They could never quite agree on how they felt about him.
"Good." Thought Jynx.
"His job as a catalyst is done, the realm of souls is open, and death is now all but an illusion; a second chance for the innocent, and the wicked." After all, the chaos that could be wrought without his oversight may be unending.
"How disappointing." Chrodraeos mocked with spite.
"Another Greater Undead fallen to the curse of madness, nothing but a small surge of progress in the cosmos and nothing more, just like that troubled boy of his." Though truly Chrodraeos thinks himself above the curse of madness, whilst being entirely fueled by it.
"A deep struck woe upon the descendants of the Four Brothers." Naruntah mourned but did not weep.
"Today, a star from the sky hath plummeted to the realm below. A one of a kind mind wizened and visionary. Ferryman of the lost, I hope someone too, looks after you in Ebrietaes. Farenwell, Kozilek, may your rock peacefully in your slumber, upon the ocean of sleepless dreams." Whilst few would truly ever know, due to the nature of his works, the sunken father would stand out in history as a pariah of man, and the gentle shepherd of souls.