[ He drums his fingers against the lip of the little boat, keeping his gaze fixed further afield rather than the water beneath them. It's hard. The temptation to glance at the shifting shapes in the murky water is strong. It would almost be easier to close one's eyes, he thinks. ]

If his presence kills everything then surely we need only look for a place where all living things wither and decay, yes? His last resting place was the Land of Rot after all.