"You little..."
Varyn coughed, his breath ragged, blackened blood spilling from his lips.
The corruption of the Abyss tainted every part of him now, turning his very essence into darkness.
"...You won't win..."
His voice was weak, but the defiance in his eyes burned on.
Varyn tried to move, to summon even an ounce of his power.
His fingers twitched as he willed his abilities to activate, but nothing happened.
He tried again, attempting to call forth his [Scythe of the Damned], his greatest weapon, the one that had claimed countless lives in his name.
But nothing appeared.
He struggled even to stand.
Every ounce of strength he once had, all the power that made him a god among men, was gone.
It was over.
His power system was much like [Destiny Points], but instead of relying on fate, he used [Corrupted Souls].
