[u]Balthazar draws a long staff. As he brings it forward, a blade unhinges, revealing it as a reapers scythe. You realize, in terror, that this monstrosity intends to kill you. [/u] [i]I am the one who reaps, the one who stalks the hallows. I am the one who stalks the dead, and brings them into the shadows.[/i] [u]Black mist starts to pour down out of Balthazar's body, creating a terrifying sight. As he moves towards you, the mist covers the massive gash created by your blade. As he gets closer, it forms a black cloak and black wings.[/u] [i]Prepare to cross over[/i] [u]Balthazar swings the scythe, cleaving you in half. White light bursts out of your halves, playing back your memories, the faces of those you loved, and those that you hated.[/u] [i]It has been done.[/i]