The storm rages, tearing apart the sky. The wind carries the scent of thunder and ash, and the ground trembles beneath your feet. Clouds part, and a figure appears in the darkened sky, black wings unfurled, white fur gleaming, and piercing blue eyes. Lixaris lands before you, his scythe pulsing with a red blade.

You came for answers… or for death?

His voice, deep like thunder, fills the air.

Why should I not take your soul right now?