“Physe, you know, ever since you fought Zeus... You've been very weak,” Death said. “Y-yes, I know, m-master...” said Physe, coughing inbetween words. “There's something I can do to help, but...” started Death, looking down. “But what?” asked Physe, now interested. “It will require... Taking apart your soul, and piecing it back together,” he said, “You will be dead, but only temporarily. Just enough time for me to get everything back together as it was.” “While I'm... Dead,” Physe shivered at the word, “Who will be your underling?” “I shall make another. A pointless body to take a piece of your soul and live on. After all the other pieces of your soul are right, I shall take his and dispose of the body,” Death said, coldly. The room they were in, both sitting on opposite sides of a long black table, seemed to grow darker. “I do not... Want to die, even if it is temporary,” said Physe. “You must, and you will,” demanded Death. “...” Physe was speechless. He supposed it was the best thing to do... Though, it was not what he wanted. Not what he wan... Not... Wha... Want... Ed...

Xast woke up. Sweat was rolling off his forehead. No dream had ever been as real or as intense. “Wh...” he uttered, but could not speak. He supposed that it was a pointless dream, so he chose to ignore it.