Overlord: The Multiverse

Death’s words hung in the air, stark and unrelenting. "They’re all dead."

I stopped in my tracks, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow. "My love, you really need to work on your timing. Maybe learn how not to break a romantic atmosphere?"

Death tilted her head, her silver hair catching the ethereal light of the dreamscape. "My apologies, dear," she said with a teasing smile. "Sometimes I forget how sensitive mortals can be about their companions’ mortality."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Sensitive? It’s not sensitivity; it’s about timing, Death. You don’t just drop a bomb like that in the middle of a nostalgic stroll."

Her smile only widened, an air of amusement radiating from her. "Oh, but isn’t that part of my charm? You never know what to expect."

I shook my head, my exasperation quickly replaced by a smirk. "You’re incorrigible, you know that?"

"And yet, you adore me," she said, her tone light and playful.

"Guilty as charged," I replied, resuming our walk. The icy plains stretched endlessly ahead, their stark beauty reminiscent of simpler times. Yet her words lingered, no matter how much I tried to brush them off.

"They’re really all gone, huh?" I asked after a moment, my voice quieter this time. I wasn’t sure why I was pressing the issue—I knew the answer. Death wasn’t one to lie or soften the truth.

"They are," she confirmed gently. "The world they knew has long passed, and with it, their mortal forms. But," she added, her voice taking on a softer quality, "their stories remain alive in you. In your memories. Isn’t that the beauty of life."