Divine Bell

What you wished to know lay beyond your understanding, far more terrifying than any danger you had ever faced. You were very likely to be crushed into dust. When that happened, you would only regret prying into the secrets of death.

As he recalled Bwonsamdi's words once more, Nathanos felt as if that god of death were right beside him.

What was the world after death like? In the past, Nathanos had never dwelled on that question. The path of The Holy Light called it heaven and painted it as a beautiful place. Yet anyone with even a shred of sense knew that heaven was merely an excuse to keep people from fearing death.

The Gnomes, who excelled in scientific research, had also voiced some opinions on death. They believed that once life faded, a person's consciousness would enter a state akin to deep sleep forever, without any sensation and without ever dreaming again.

Nathanos had always agreed with that view, until Bwonsamdi brought his mother's soul before him once again...

His mother should have been freed after the Lich King was defeated. Why had she appeared again?

It seemed the Lich King had killed you too quickly. You had been pulled back into your body before you could even step into The Otherworld.

"What kind of place is The Otherworld, exactly?"

"Nathanos the Witherer."

"I'm here!"

Nathanos had no choice but to set aside his questions for the moment and turn his attention to Master Snowdrift.

"What is it?"

"Master Shado-Pan has important news for you. Please come with me."

Snowdrift did not say what it was. Perhaps he did not know himself.

Nathanos followed him to meet Taran Zhu. The master was seated upright on a carpet. When he saw them arrive, he exchanged a nod with Snowdrift,