A massive figure of a hooded god wearing a crown of purple fire appeared behind Rowan, the Death God arched his back and made a silent scream that caused the beheaded Archmages in the distance to scream in pain and horror before he vanished.
The bodies and heads of the Archmages began to decay and fall apart, and their Towers began to crack, spewing vast waves of energy of all colors into the Underverse like erupting volcanoes.
They were apparently dead, but Rowan had not gained any souls, and he noticed something weird about the strike that needed further investigation.
Rowan begrudgingly let go of the Scythe of Thanatos, the strain of holding this powerful weapon for so long was destabilizing his control over his Will.
The Scythe vanished with a displeased rumble, its hunger was not sated.
