Mustering the last of his strength, Xalender, his skeletal form enveloped in a divine aura, defiantly stood his ground in the trembling depths of the underworld. His bony fingers clenched tightly around the menacing scythe, his ancient bones straining under the weight of eons of authority.
With an eerie calm that sent shivers through the spectral realms, he spoke, his voice echoing through the cavernous expanse. "I don't care how difficult it may be," Xalender declared, his hollow eye sockets locked onto Akun with an intensity that surpassed the limitations of mortality. "I cannot allow the existence of a mere mortal who possesses the power to steal a god's †Authority† to go unchallenged."
His words carried an unwavering determination, a resolve to safeguard the delicate balance of life and death that held the cosmos together.
