The phrase echoed in Jack's mind like a death knell:
The God of the Dead. The Lord Supreme. Death.
A chill raced down his spine, his entire body locking up. He could feel it—the crushing weight of that name.
The system, ever indifferent and clinical, made it as clear as daylight.
[Entity Identified: The God of the Dead.]
Jack didn't need further explanation. This was no simple creature, no minor underling of the divine realms. This was the real deal: the harbinger of souls, the ruler of the underworld. A being whose title alone demanded reverence and fear.
There was a gulf, a chasm between him—a mere incarnate—and this towering figure. The disparity wasn't just palpable; it was suffocating.
"What is that?" Alisha asked, her voice quivering despite her attempts to mask it with curiosity.
Jack's response was grim. "It's not what, it's who."
