Crack!
The ghost-like Natasha tightly grasped Alex and his party's neck, breaking it and making them all die.
Alex died for the second time now and what followed was a familiar black vision.
'Argh… I'm an asshole.'
'I shouldn't have gone there…'
'I shouldn't have done that…'
'I should have listened to Samuel…'
'I should have left things be…'
Guilt, regret, grief… Everything was passing over Alex as he spiralled his way to the afterlife.
Despite having literal Goddesses by his side, he couldn't save himself or anyone else around him. He died due to his own cockiness and brought upon a great deal of pain to everybody.
What would his wives go through? What would his friends go through? What would his parents go through? This was all something Alex was thinking about now.
