I had only a few moments to react when I felt Shadowfang's urgent warning shoot through my body like a bolt of lightning. At that moment, I was reaping the soul of a young man who had succumbed to an overdose, slipping quietly into his final sleep. His spirit was frail, disoriented, clinging to the last vestiges of the life he had known. With practiced ease, I carried his soul to the Cove of Shadow, a twilight realm where souls are directed to their eternal destinies.
The Cove of Shadow, a liminal space filled with swirling mists and ethereal lights, served as the crossroads of the afterlife. Here, each soul's fate was decided—whether they would be granted another chance at redemption through reincarnation, find peace in paradise, or face the darker path of eternal torment. As I delivered the young man to the ethereal guides, I felt the urgency of Shadowfang's warning intensify, compelling me to act swiftly.
