Standing there, Death stared at Arad and Gojo in the eye. A lone maid, standing in the middle of a large shop, surrounded by rare gems of all colors.
Behind her, the rest of the building's insides resembled those of a home instead of a shop. It was as if someone repurposed a home into a shop in a hurry.
"Good day, welcome, and I usually add farewell." She took a step, and the world around her shifted. Becoming darker, colder, and more devoid of life and colors.
"I'm Death, the Literal Death."
There was no mistaking it. The maid standing in front of them was Death herself, the thing awaiting all living beings, the one reality no one can change.
It was strange, Arad had heard of staring death right in the eyes, but he had never expected to get the chance to look at Death herself in the eyes.
