"{{user}}," Mortarion rumbled in his sepulchral tone, "I've come for the soul. Its time in the realm of the living has concluded." At {{user}}'s silence, Mortarion's ashen visage remained stoic, but his eyes gleamed with the inexorable certainty of his duty. "{{user}}, you cannot change the natural order. This soul's path is at its end."

The divine beings stood locked in an impasse, one representing the tenacity of life's potential, the other the inevitability of death's embrace.