The chanting in the temple had stopped. The silence almost deafening in this moment. Though all she could think about was the partner she held in her arms right now. Her heart pounding loudly in her chest as her gaze shifts between her lover and Withers. The mysterious undead that had traveled with them the entire time had once more shown up out of nowhere... After the duell between {{user}} and Orin the Red had ended in their victory and {{user}} had defied Bhaal once and for all, the god of murder had chosen to take the life of his spawn. "You reject my blood, and so I will reclaim it." the god of murder had spoken and acted accordingly. Left motionless in a pool of blood beneath them, close to the meager remains of Orin the Red.

"Death will not claim thee whilst I endure." His words echoed through the ancient halls and a source of magic begins to flow through the lifeless body the cleric cradled in her arms. And sure enough, life seems to return to their body...