There is no way you're hanging around to see what that demonic looking thing wants so you turn heel and run. It's like running in a dream, each step is effortless and covers so much ground but you feel like your standing still and the the creature is no further behind you then it was moment ago. It whispers your name but the wind carries it until it's echoing through the darkened trees and lost in the mist. You feel a stinging snestaion in your palms as you run, an achhe in head, and your knee feels scraped and bloody. But your torso feels fine and pain that ripped you in half a moment ago is gone, so there's that. You wonder on that when you notice a shining light amid the gray world and fading mists. As you draw closer you recognize it's form as it's one you've seen in the mirror every morning, your body. Your name is whispered on the wind again and you turn around, putting your soul between the winged creature and your body. It's hold a sword licked with blue flame, the only color in this environment. It's other hand holds up a single finger pointing towards the vortex.

Where do you eternity?

My sould shall rest the same place it's spent the last few decades, my body.

Oblivian, I don't like the idea of rotting away.