Death was not what you expected. It was neither the heaven you were promised nor was it the black void that you were convinced it was. Instead it was an infinite tunnel of memories, sharpened to perfect recall, as if reliving your entire life for eternity. All the joys, despairs, heroic feats, defeats, and even the very moment that you past away, as if the universe was keeping your existence bottled for safe keeping.
Strangely, you cannot seem to remember how long this eternity lasted or how many times you relived your life - was it only a hundred times or hundreds of thousands? Finally, however, you reached the end of the road. All your memories suddenly go blank only to be replaced by the image of a woman, robed in the purest of white and skin nearly as pale as snow. She looks down, a cowl permanently covering her eyes as she points down. You follow her direction and your gaze is met by a strange sight indeed - a familiar land, where you once lived, however it is covered by a permafrost and darkness. Before you can even attempt to protest this scene, her otherworldy voice echos against the void, "I have kept you for this very reason, my precious soul. She is dark and cold and dying - you and your brethren shall breath life into her once more. You must find the source of this death. The World is calling you..."
