[@Tyki]
	They had no tasks, and were left to do whatever they wished. In the forsaken realm, they were the leaders of their own afterlives. Several undead welcome them as family, giving hugs and such. Drac just watched from above, as he floated down to his shattered home...his shattered life. All he had truly worked for...gone. He just sat in the rubble of his home, and sniffled slightly...before a spirit appeared, like a flame of blue. Lisa appeared, and glomped Drac. He froze, before hugging her back, crying. The fighting had stirred the world enough that a flame could be sparked. That flame, was the flame that rekindled Lisa.