multiversal system

The world faded to black as John took his last breath. His body lay motionless on the ground, surrounded by the chaos of the battlefield. The enemy army had overrun his unit, and he had fought until the bitter end, but it was not enough. Death had come for him, and he welcomed it.

As his soul left his body, John felt a sense of peace wash over him. He had always known that his time on this earth was limited, and he had accepted that fate long ago. He had done his duty as a soldier, and now it was time to move on.

But as his spirit began to drift away, John felt a strange pull, as if something were trying to keep him anchored to the mortal world. He turned his gaze back to his lifeless body, and that's when he saw her.

Standing over him was a woman he had never seen before. She was tall and regal, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore a flowing white gown that glowed with an ethereal light, and in her hand, she held a scythe.

John knew instantly that she was Death, come to claim his soul and guide him to the afterlife. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something else there - a hint of sadness, maybe even regret.

For a moment, John hesitated. He had always believed in an afterlife, but now that it was here, he wasn't quite ready to go. He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to say. But before he could speak, Death spoke first.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't want it to end like this."

And with that, she reached out her hand, and John took it, his spirit lifting from his body and moving on to whatever lay beyond.