[u]Death deflects the strike and swings upward with a massive ark, shearing off the arm holding the sword. The black mist starts to surround you, seemingly beckoning to you. You here whispers telling to "let go" and to "give in". You start to feel drowsy and slow, like you're in a dream. Death comes closer too you, spinning his scythe in anticipation. [/u]
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