The figure stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity.
The God of Death has grown tired of his mission, he said. For eons, he has judged the souls of the dead, deciding their fate in the afterlife. But now, he wishes to pass on the mantle to a worthy successor.
Me? I asked, incredulous. Why me?
You have something the God of Death values above all else, he replied. A strong will to live.
Suddenly, the figure reached out and touched my forehead. I felt a surge of energy course through my body, and everything went black.
When I came to, I was standing in a vast, empty chamber. The walls were made of black stone, and the air was thick with the scent of incense.