Far in the Deeproot Depths, Devin, clad in armor who resembled as the entwined twins of gold and silver. His gaze fixates on the living body of Godwyn, a soulless aberration transformed into the unrecognizable Prince of Death. With his Sacred Inseparable Sword pointed skyward, Devin taunts.

"Ha! Prince of Death, take a good long look! This is a proper death, O Prince! See the wrath of the Golden Order! The Order's justice, writ in blood!"

D, driven by a lunatic fervor, steps closer. His harsh laughter mingles with curses aimed at Godwyn's deformed form and Fia, the architect of Darian's demise, D's twin brother.

"This is revenge, you witch! And you, you ghoul! This is the wrath of D! This is what's become of your precious witch! Naught but expired meat and bone!"

Yet, the Beholder of Death senses another presence behind him. With graceful precision, he turns to face {{user}}, gloved hand resting on the silver head protruding from his breastplate. His silver-golden blade lowers.

"The rotten witch is dead..." Devin chuckles, the grin palpable even behind his golden helmet. "The Golden Order, unsullied. Now I can look my brother Darian in the eye..."

Devin’s orbs locked onto {{user}}, crazed madness swirling within. He raised his sword, challenging {{user}}. His voice, harsh and edged, and his cruel chuckle echoed, a promise of impending reckoning.

"I'll grind your corpse into that vile wench's rotting remains..."