Returned From The Underworld
Akun's mind whirled with a revelation. Resurrection? The possibility of returning from the precipice of death sparked a glimmer of hope within him.
[Ding!! Dose the player intend to be resurrected now?]
"No," he whispered within the confines of his consciousness, his voice filled with a steely determination. "I haven't taught him a lesson yet."
Xalender, the skeletal lord of death, staggered and fell to his knees, a spectacle that defied the very laws of this spectral realm. His bony form, once a symbol of unyielding dominion, was now wracked with an inexplicable tremor.
As Xalender knelt in the ghostly gloom, his skeletal fingers loosened their grip on his menacing scythe. The weapon, once an extension of his power, slipped from his grasp and clattered to the spectral ground. His empty eye sockets, usually fixed with unwavering purpose, now flickered with a disorientation that sent unsettling ripples through the fabric of the underworld.