Xalender, the spectral lord of the underworld, stood witness to Akun's determined attempt to break the chains that bound him. As Akun defied the very fabric of this eerie realm, Xalender's skeletal figure seemed to hover momentarily, untouched by the struggle unfolding before him. With an air of enigmatic curiosity, he descended to the ghostly ground, landing gracefully a few steps away from Akun.
Akun's newfound freedom reverberated through the eerie realm of the underworld. Each step he took felt as though he were breaking the very bonds of fate that had held him captive. The ghostly path stretched before him, lit by the haunting glow that emanated from an unknown source, casting long, wavering shadows that danced like phantoms.
His eyes, ablazed with an intense violet light, like twin beacons in the spectral darkness. They held a glint of defiance, a spark of righteous anger that refused to be extinguished by the oppressive atmosphere of this spectral realm.
