Two God-rank beings instantly followed, the Angel of Death and the Fallen Angel of Death, their auras chilling the very dream-reality around them.
"He's already consumed the death of his own existence," one of them said, their tone like a whisper from the grave. "He no longer possesses a death to claim."
"We will force death back into him. Instill it in his existence."
Swoosh!!
Michael thrust his sword toward Esquin's forehead, chanting sacred scriptures. Behind Eztein, an enormous silhouette began to take form, radiating an overwhelming presence.
ARGHHHHH!!
A deafening, ear-splitting scream tore through the air, enough to drive any mortal to madness.
On either side, the Angel of Death and the Fallen Angel of Death pressed their palms forward, their combined power surging like a tide.
