It seemed the rumors that flowed through Ivalice's winds about a Viera mastering the Death Scion were true. Admittedly, the Collective had their doubts. Though most would think the High Seraph or even the Keeper of Precepts were the more difficult Scions to tame, the truth of the matter was the Death Seraph - the one who literally controlled life and death in their hands - was the one whose will was the most unstable and dangerous to control. 

Years and years of being the deciding factor of who lived and who died brought a plethora amounts of power. With such strength at their disposal, many tried to tame him, yet none have succeeded for extended amounts of time. Either their resolve wasn't absolute or they lacked the emotional state to balance life and death; the will to live and the will to kill. Centuries and centuries had passed and only few have been able to hold onto that power. During the days of Ashelia B'Nargin, it was the Dalmascan Dancer, Penelo fon Rosenburg, who gracefully flowed from one corner of the world to the other. It was her gentleness, yet burning resolve to protect those she loved that enabled her to channel Zalara's power into her body and become the very first Death Ascendant.

And it had been years since that day happened - centuries, even. so, to think that Zalara would bend to the will of another. Suffice to say, the Collective was impressed. Still, that wouldn't change the fact her attempts would've all been for nothing. "Sadly, you are too late, Viera. The Reckoning has already begun." As the 'Creature' had spoken, he gestured his arms forward and from below, black mist rose tangling the Angel of Truth in her claws, suspending her high above and Emet being at his mercy. "How much is it you value this life? Enough to lose the Angel of Truth?"