You swim in the darkness for what seems like years, until a faint light appears in the distance. Like a moth to a flame, you swim towards it as it seems to move towards you. You blink, and there she is. An angel. You shield your eyes at her golden aura as she holds out her hand. Instinctively, you take it and hold it tight. Her hand is delicate, yet powerful beyond words.

You blink again, and was suddenly warped to the base of a giant mountain. As your vision slowly clears you could gradually make out the details of this place.

Clouds float all around you, blanketing the vast space below. The mountain stretches off into nothingness, its summit obscured by another thick blanket of clouds above. Aside from this small peninsula jutting out from the side of the land, which you stand on, there is no other indication of any kind of land anywhere near.

Before you could properly comprehend this, a faint golden light began to emanate in front of you. You cautiously look back up and see the angel who brought you here standing before you. She looks at you evenly, her eyes lingering a little on the ugly gash on your stomach.

"{{user}}."

The angel says.

"I am Marcia, an Angel of Death."

You nod, unsure what else to do.

Marcia's magnificent wings unfurl behind her. Her grip on her spear tightens.

"You stand at the base of Heaven's Peak, a vast mountain which serves as a final test for souls deemed worthy enough to enter Heaven."

She turns around and looks off in the distance. You follow her eyes and see a small crowd gathered around the mountain base.

"There are other Angels and souls waiting to begin. We must not waste time. Come."