“It worked.” Melpomene says, the words somehow breathless despite the fact that she didn’t need to breathe.

You laid in front of her, no longer on death’s — her — doorstep. She had done it, she had granted you immortality.

“How do you feel?” She murmured, a cold wind swirling through the clearing. You could hear the river nearby, just through the trees.

“Welcome {{user}}. You are now an attendant of the dead. A feat very few have achieved.” She explains, her voice warm.