Taufik did not flinch, even with Death standing right before him.
She was close, so close that he could see every detail of her face. And what a face it was.
As much as he hated to admit it, the beauty she possessed surpassed that of any woman he had ever encountered... Even his wives.
Her features were ethereal, impossibly flawless as if sculpted by divine hands and then touched by the grave's eternal silence.
Her eyes, those eyes, were the most haunting part of all.
Deep, endless voids that shimmered with a lightless pull, as though they could draw out a soul with nothing but a glance.
Despite the distance between them being close enough for him to strike with a single motion, he remained still.
He understood something vital: even with the Power of Concept, his dominion over death itself, he was nothing before her.
This was not just a being.
This was the being.
The embodiment of Death itself.
And she radiated no hostility. No killing intent. Just... Amusement.
