C93 Death

This image, no matter how you looked at it, looked like the legendary god of death.

"Blasphemers, do not dream of stealing my soul!" The skull let out a terrifying breath and waved the sickle in his right hand. A huge wind blade appeared in the air with a hum. It was as if it could cut through space as it hacked towards everyone, enveloping most of the room.

This room wasn't too big