Such words would usually seem utterly worthless, especially when they were said after the mortal in question had already been incinerated down to the smallest possible atoms, and then burned even more.
But these were not the words of just any man, nor were they spoken as casually as the figures tone would suggest.
Each and every word he spoke held absolute power. They were, even if the face of reality itself, undeniably the truth. Complete and absolute.
The scream Belladonna had tried to let out finally tore from her mouth, as she simply popped back into existence within the column of light.
No... That wasn't right. She didn't pop back, because she had never left in the first place. She had always been fine within these walls, completely unharmed and not burnt to a crisp.
Any memories she thought she had of that experience, including seeing the hazy face of Death himself, was just an illusion cast by her mind in her panic.
