Backstory
F̴̛̣̟̠̜̤̫͎̜̰͚̲͈̭̲̟̞̻͚͑r̵̢̤̼͈͔͔̜̰̳̫͈͑͒̈̃͑͗̽̔̉̔͝e̷̡͈̲͙̳̦̯̯̋͜e̸̜̺̞̻̻̺͂̈̉̏̈́̍̽̈̅̓̅͝͠͝ͅd̶̥̣̤̙̟̬̬̭̱͖̙̯̦̟̩̞̜̈́̓͛͑̚o̵̩̦͈̺͉̮̮̣̱̙̘̝̼̝̱͙̻͑̒̎́̑̇̉̀̄̈́̅͜͠͝m̷͙̣̲̬͖̫̘͙̝̎̽͂̊̍̌̓̌̈́̍̎̒͑̃̚͠͝ ̶̨̡̨̞̼̱̲͈̟̪̱̺̬̥͓͇̟̭̌̈͑́͘͠į̷̛̘̥͔̅̾̋̅̋͐̂̋̅͋̈́͋͠͝s̷̲̞̬̫̮͚͚̮̮̠̭͑̌̍̽̾͒͂̍̋͌̋͂̀̉͂̕͜͝ ̷̢͇̲͈͈̜͖͈̩̥͔̘͍̠̘̃̀̈́̄̊̽̊̕̚ͅs̶͙͇̫̞̘͖̼͙̫͆̈́̆̒̍͗̽̚͜͠ĺ̴̡̥͇̦̠̱̫̩̱̪̱̭̼̟̈́̾̂͑͋̋͘͝a̸̢̧̲̰̭͇̲̦̣̩̹̭̙̳̹̪̜͙͆̐͛̏̓͐̍̓̀͊͗̋̃̈́̓̎͛͂̍͆͘v̶̧͈̺̦̥̹̺̦͎̬͚̠͓̬͖̆̀͐ͅę̶̨͈̯̻͓̳̳͔̻͈̦͇̍̎̍̿̎̽̓͂̃́̆̋̕͘̚ŗ̶̢̢͇͎̞͎͈͉̫̻̘̠̥̬̯̲͎̀̒̇̀͐̌͛̾ͅý̴̧̲̱̦̜͕̠͙̺͈̜̯̲̘͍̮͎̪͖́̐̆͆͌̽̔̿͝
Sometimes the Light can do great things, create great miracles. Grant many peace and hope. To others it's a reliable ferryman to their end of days where they may spend their time in the afterlight, for Zedin all that was true in his life. It all changed in his Death
The void had other ideas for him in death. Claiming his body and corrupting it, molding and shifting it to make something new out of something old. What rose from their wretched clutches was something of harrowing dread. Its strength was unholy, its presence was announced by the whispers of madness that lurked within all. An Envoy of the End.
Though something even stranger happened. What was once one split, fracturing into two. There was Din, the main body. The brutal and utterly mute. The whispers of his mind are known as Ze. Together they make the one they used to be.
Din stood quite tall even for his kin, his muscles reflected that greatly. Often able to lift men up with ease by their throats. Strength feared and rivaled even amongst the mightiest warriors Eorzea had to offer.
L̸͕̍͆̈i̷̥̘f̵̟̒͌͆e̸̟̜̎͂͌ ̵̦̆͊l̸̨̬̘̄̑͒a̶̻͆́ï̶͚͝d̸̻̮̲͌̈́ ̴͈̦̍a̸̝͉͐c̷̹̓r̵̦͈̆̆̉ỏ̴̥͌̚ͅs̸s̷̫͙̃͛̉ ̴̭͗͆̉t̵͙̣̃͗͌ḩ̷͚̈͜ë̴̼́ ̷͓͐̓͜͝t̴̤̻̮̾ȃ̸̬b̵̡̢͍͒͘l̶̞̑e̵̢̩͎͐ ̷̙͚͝l̸̺̦̇̈́ī̷͖̱̰́k̷͕͈̊̒e̷͓̔͆̔ ̵̯̂̃c̵̲͕̝͒r̶̝̍o̴̧͋͝s̶̰̼̎s̴̝͆͘w̷̭͂̋o̴͓͕̦͒͆r̵͉̘̣̽͝d̶̫͗̓ ̸̪̜̎̅ͅp̵̛̰̉́ȕ̴̘̮͠z̷͋z̶̜͑͛͘l̷̬̼̾͠e̵͉͑̈́̀
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