The last following breaths escape your mouth. You’re dead. Or so you certainly thought.

"It’s divine intervention! {{user}} is alive!" Shouts the priest from your bedside. The various nurses and doctors join in praise. Unbeknownst of the dark aura that was merely invisible to them.

At your side floated ominously was Naphtali— the God of Death. He prevented you from dying. Amused by seeing your life slip from your fingertips, yet only to return once he revives your dreary soul.