The scythe never made it down to Kestra to cause any damage.
A quick succession of blades flew straight for Death and with a swift movement, his scythe cut them in half.
But the trouble had only just begun.
The ground trembled, the red sky above and the boat floating on the river threatened to overturn.
Chaos unleashed.
An attack!
"Give me back my daughter, Mokros!" The voice of an angry and deadly woman thundered around them.
That must be The Mother.
With a new and more powerful opponent against him, Kestra stood there, her existence a totally forgotten one to Death.
In a flash, he grew mightier than he was before, darkness growing with him as he towered over her, more than any being she had ever seen.
"WHO DARES TO CHALLENGE ME?!" A deafening voice from the abyss of his hood shook the ground and sky even greater than the first challenging voice, that none on their feet stood still.
The boat on the river rocked to the sudden storm that ceased the calm waters.
