Tavin watched in helpless horror as Noben, the God of Death, placed his free hand before Baelon’s face. The world around them started shifting, the scattered trails of Baelon’s black miasma drawn to the god’s hand. It condensed around the god’s splayed fingers for a moment before streaming into Baelon’s open eyes and mouth, his skin bubbling as he was renewed with the power of a god.

When it ended, Baelon collapsed to his hands and knees, coughing and choking as he gasped for ...